He wanted to tell her, "If you are the light, I am willing to be the moth that flies toward you, desperate and knowing the end."
But he would say nothing because he was always a man of few words.
Always had been.
He tilted his head back, letting the cold water cascade down his face, wanting to clear his mind, to love her clearly.
The cold water on his face, on his body, was so icy, so frigid, yet still colder was his heart at this moment.
For so long, they had got along so well, their lives were so good, he thought she had begun to accept him, he thought she was beginning to love him, he thought she would forget Jun Nian.
But all this was just what he had thought.
She did not accept him, she did not love him, she could not forget Jun Nian.
He had almost forgotten that she was a vengeful person; he had possessed her body, had her first time, so was this how she was taking her revenge?
