Ning Xia hugged the pillow, and with a pained expression, buried her face in it and mumbled, "Sister Zaozao, he just said something to me. He said... not all good things are a given. It's only now that I realize how deeply I've hurt him before."
"I always took his kindness for granted, even though I said I wanted to set clear boundaries between us. Yet, whenever something happened, I still hoped he would be on my side, never considering why he should still care for me."
"I'm terrible, aren't I? I think I'm just awful, completely awful."
Su Zaozao listened quietly to Ning Xia's self-complaints and self-loathing. Then she reached out, gently stroked her head, and said, "Isn't love always blind and impulsive? It's not just you. Anyone who falls in love behaves this way."
"But... I can't return his feelings, yet I still make demands. That's really detestable," Ning Xia's nose tingled with emotion, "So he must be feeling hopeless about me."
