"Don't think so highly of yourself. I just don't want you to die so soon. Because if you die, then what will I do with my hatred? Who can I go to extract retribution?" Chu Lui seemed to sense her train of thoughts, and so he callously cut off her fantasy thoughts—he did not want her to even have the pleasure of fantasizing things between them. To have that kind of physical intimacy also depended on circumstances.
"I understand." The look on Xia Ruoxin's face cleared up even more. She lowered her head. She knew beforehand that things would not change and yet she could not help herself from expecting more. Yes, he just doesn't want her to die so soon—that was all.
Chu Lui stood up and continued looking at the woman in a stand-offish manner. Finally, he walked out. From the moment he came until the time he left, it felt as though a gust of cold wind had passed through. It blew, and that was it.
