Song Ling's gaze sharpened as he stared at Gu Dai, his voice harsh with inquiry, "Why would you fall out of love? Even if you no longer cherished me, is there a need for such a clear-cut boundary between us?"
Gu Dai pressed her lips together, her eyes brimming with scorn as she looked at Song Ling, "Why I don't love you, you really don't know?"
Song Ling froze, his question tinged with bewilderment, "How would I know?"
"Because the one who loved you was me without my memories, not who I am now. Moreover, what makes you think that, after regaining my memories and knowing how indifferent you've been to me for three years, hurting me time and again, I could still get along with you harmoniously?" Gu Dai retorted.
The thought of her own dejection over the past three years made Song Ling particularly irksome to Gu Dai. She couldn't help but want to punch him—and she did exactly that.
Song Ling was kicked several times, ending up in agony on the ground.
