"Can I know the reason?" Xia Ruoxin turned her head and asked him calmly. There were no tears. She wouldn't cry, really. She just wanted to know why he was still so composed—why he was still so calm. Was he really this heartless?
Her heart was on the verge of death.
"You know the answer." Chu Lui leaned against the door, his face calm and unreadable.
"But I really don't?" Xia Ruoxin lowered her head and mumbled to herself. Did she really not know, or was she reluctant to think about that possibility?
"Hah…" Chu Lui let out a cold laugh, walking towards her step-by-step. He reached his hand out to grab the thin chin as his eyes landed on the pale face.
He dyed this face with colors of happiness once, but now, he was destroying them with his own hands.
"You hate me. You've hated me all this time." Xia Ruoxin was forced to lift her head and see the undisguised hatred in his eyes. He had hated her this much.
