Ying didn't know why but she could only smile at Xiu's words. To be honest, she thought Xiu would call her pathetic but instead, she was arguing that everything she did was justified and reasonable.
"Someone in my life once taught me, the essence of love is torture," she finally spoke after taking a long pause to stare at Xiu's face.
Xiu furrowed her brows at her, "I've finally understood you."
"What do you mean?" questioned Ying in confusion.
Xiu took a deep breath before speaking, "You're just like a blank canvas."
"A blank canvas?" Ying was even more perplexed.
Xiu nodded her head, "Yes, a blank canvas which has no color of its own. You let every person in your life paint you in the color they like and you become a beautiful painting. But at the end of the day, those colors don't belong to you. You're just hiding behind the colors people chose for you because you don't even know what color can define you."
