"Whimper... why? Why am I so detestable?"
She was indeed detestable, extremely so.
Ye Que couldn't deny it; he himself found the girl very annoying. Yet for some reason, if he didn't see her for a day, he felt as if something was missing from his side.
He cast his eyes down, focusing on the crying person in his arms. He sighed and wiped her face with a tissue.
Chi Zaozao sobbed, her tearful eyes glaring at him, her voice choking up, "Do you hate me?"
He stared at her with a faint gaze, his expression also faint, revealing neither his emotions nor whether he hated her or not.
He blinked gently and pushed her away, "If you don't want to be hated, you should start by not hating anyone."
Chi Zaozao frowned, staring at him, her eyes flickering rapidly, "I haven't hated anyone, and besides, I like you so much, yet you don't like me."
"..."
He stood up and walked away.