"Do you really never like me, not the slightest bit?" She held Chu Lui's big hand. She still did not hate it even if this pair of hands had already crushed her.
Not ever?
Her face was filled with such despair; one could not help but be moved by it.
However, Chu Lui would never exist in the midst of all this.
"What about her? Do you like her—love her?" She was holding onto him tightly, not letting go. If she let go, she would never forget how this pair of hands had brought her such agony. Yet she still yearned for it.
The more she loved, the harder it was for her.
"Love?" Chu Lui flung her hand away violently as if she was some kind of virus. "I, Chu Lui, will fall for Xia Yixuan and Li Manni, but… I will never fall for you, Xia Ruoxin."
He stood towering over her and sneered while she stayed on the floor, crumpled and battered. He had waited for this day to come, for her to go to hell. She had fallen from heaven and straight into hell.
