302 The Furious Artist

Yujia had her hands curled up into fists at her side. She stood up, the flowers she had dropped on her skirt falling to the ground.

"You're horrible," she told Zixu, voice almost trembling with rage. "Is this fun to you? Playing with people's emotions like that?"

Zixu stood up and blinked, wordlessly, which made her all the more furious.

"Not only did you mess with my emotions, but now I'm essentially losing all the basic trust I had in you! I genuinely believed you when you said that you liked her, but now you just go and casually say that everything you told me before was all a lie? How am I supposed to trust you ever again?" she exclaimed. 

He glanced downwards. "I would like to genuinely apologize," he said, "I did lie to you, but I didn't intend to deceive you in a harmful way."

"Even if you didn't intend it, it doesn't stop the fact that it happened. Do you have any idea how miserable I felt?"