Take Revenge

Half a month later. The colorful and bustling morning market came alive in the early hours. The rural town's market was set up under a large tent, with all kinds of stalls squeezed together. Under the winter sun, it sparkled with a lively ambiance. At a small breakfast stall, a girl sat at a low table, her legs stretched out casually. The warm sunlight came in at a slant, falling on her clean little face, making her look comfortably lazy. It also added a touch of humanity to her cold eyes. She watched people come and go leisurely, listened to the calling from the vendors, her state of mind very much like the other breakfast clientele. She shifted her gaze from the market and looked over at the man opposite her. His near 1.9-meter height seemed imposing under the low tent, his lower legs protruding the small table. When her eyes encountered the large patch of beard on his face, she tried to suppress her laughter. The man, who was ridiculed, not only felt no embarrassment but pressed the