Wang Xueya looked up at the mirror.
The woman inside, with her hair hanging loose, had tears streaming down her face.
His words, like a bucket of cold water, poured from head to foot, chilling her to the bone.
Yet, looking at the person in the mirror, she cried with a smile on her face.
That's right, this was how it needed to be.
To humiliate oneself, one must suffer thoroughly; only then could she cut off all her hopes.
She had nothing to lose and wasn't afraid of destroying what was between them for her. Rather than maintaining this awkward "sibling affection," she preferred to revert completely to their former antagonistic state.
When it hurt, she would no longer love.
Let her heart break intensively just for tonight then.
"It was me who called you, that's right. But can't you say no? Don't you know, if you don't like a girl, that you should not give her hope, not smile at her, not give her warmth, not offer her too much help..."
Tears fell once more.
