"Yes." Gu Yan looked at her, his hand clasping her throat, and saw not a trace of fear in her face, which only fueled his anger. "Am I wrong to do this? You should be grateful that I let you know the truth, to know who really brought you the most suffering."
"Yes, I should thank you."
Ye Lu smiled with self-deprecation and irony, her pristine face marked by boundless sorrow.
"Not only have you shown me who I hate the most, but you've also made me realize... who I love the most."
The greater the hate in her heart that she couldn't forgive, the deeper the love proved to be.
For it is from deep love that intense hate arises!
"If you wanted me to hate Third Young Master Jun, you've succeeded. But do you realize, as deeply as I hate him, I love him just as much. I fear, that is not what you intended."
"How could this be, how could this be?" Gu Yan's body shook, his face turning ashen as he staggered back.
He couldn't bear the blow of his plan backfiring.
