But deep down inside...he always knew how much I hated him...whatever." He folded his arms across his chest and muttered the words in a weary tone.
She looked at him in surprise for a few seconds, sighed heavily in displeasure, and stood up from her seat in a gesture of bereavement. "If he has always known about your hatred for him...and has always wanted to win over your heart, then...I'm afraid...deep in his heart, he must really love you."
"What?" Hearing her answer, in the blink of an eye, he leaned on the table and looked at her in disbelief.
"Honey, only... who really cares about the other party will be truly compassionate and hold grudges. Perhaps, he has always regarded you as his own brother, but his…. Perhaps, he chose to perform his duties silently, but perhaps this will cause more disputes between you. "
