"Do you... really hate me that much? Is it because I like you?" Zhang Ziwen felt like he was suffocating, her evasive gaze drove him to despair, and she didn't even deign to face him anymore. His heart ached subtly – why was loving someone so exhausting?
The pain, Zhang Ziwen's heart hurt, but Tang Ying's heart hurt even more. His voice trembled slightly, and what pained her more was the unspeakable despair in his tone. She could feel the agony in his heart.
"I... didn't mean that, I don't hate you, but I don't like your disrespect towards me, you... understand?" Tang Ying's tone softened, and she sighed internally. She just couldn't harden her heart against him.
"I'm sorry... really," Zhang Ziwen said with a low voice, "I... am afraid that the moment I let go, you'll avoid me. I truly don't want you to just leave like this... Earlier, I might have been a bit too much, I'm sorry. I just don't have a better way to make you stay. I hope you can understand my feelings."
