Actually, Yu Jian had realized from early on that the feeling he had for her far surpassed those of love.
He didn't know how to name it, but he hated it when she was out of sight, hated that he couldn't tie her to his waist, hated that he couldn't put her in his sleeves and carried her wherever he went. Even if she thrown him away once, his mind was still filled with the image of her. He was like a moth drawn to a flame, seeking death yet gladly indulged in the pain.
He loved her so much that for her, he was willing to throw away everything that he had painstakingly built for the last fifteen years.
Only for her three words.
I like you. As simple as that and he was totally bought over.
He not only like her, he loved her to the point of irrationality. Simply kissing her evoked a deep, dark, hidden desire that he didn't know before. His eyes glint with madness as he devoured her lips with longing and hunger.
Now, who exactly was the beast?
