"No!"
Hearing this, Yan Wuluan seemed a little anxious. He returned to the bed briefly and held Jiang Jiamian's hand tightly. "I love you! I can feel it. I love you. Even though I admit that I haven't received much love since I was a child so I didn't know how to love, I'm sure that I love you!"
Jiang Jiamian smiled coldly, "I didn't say you don't love me. I mean you don't know what is love. As you said, you don't know how to love someone. You take possession of me against my will. You know, you could take your time and as time goes by, maybe I would be able to accept it with an open heart, but you chose to use the toughest method."
Yan Wuluan's eyes darkened, and he sneered, "Didn't you teach me personally? I have tried to face everything in the gentlest way, but my life was worse than death. Wasn't it the teacher's words that were a wake-up call for me?"
Jiang Jiamian shook his head slightly and simply lost the desire to talk to him.
