The more hate, in fact, translates to the more love, because it's due to love that hate arises. The more I want to forget, the more I want to distance myself, but I can't bear to, can't forget. It's uncontrollable, I can't help but love him.
Those figures that return in midnight dreams, those scenes when we were together, always seem to surface in my mind like segments from a TV series, popping up from time to time.
Yu Jingrong sighed softly, a tear once again falling from the corner of her eye, "But Ayun, the more I hate you... the more I love you... there's hate only because there's love!"
And then, just at that moment, the phone signal broke up. It wasn't completely disconnected, Li Chengyun could still hear Yu Jingrong's voice, just intermittently.
Li Chengyun tensed up, not daring to relax his breath, his body shuddered.
