His arms wrapped tightly around Xia Ruoxin. She didn't dare to struggle for fear of awakening him from his sleep. When he was awake, he was cruel.
Please let her stay there for a little longer.
"Little brother." Her hand gently caressed his face in the dark. "Did you know, little brother? I have been waiting for you for too long now, too. If torturing me will make you happy or even make you forget your pain, then I'm willing to submit to you. I will."
"As long as you won't suffer anymore."
She covered her mouth and silently wept.
She won't hate him. She really won't.
Her lips slowly morphed into a melancholic smile—it was moving and yet heartbreaking. It was a love so deep that she did not really mind getting hurt.
Even if there was only suffering, hurt and pain.
Even if there it's only hatred and no love.
