Mu Mian chuckled softly, "Gong Heng, you can't win. Do you know why? Because you love me, and I don't love you!"
Cruel?
She could be, too.
In the past, she was young and unable to fly, trapped in a cage. But now, it was different, she was no longer a frog at the bottom of a well, nor was she his Puppet Doll; thinking he could control her, he could think again!
He was so paranoid that it drove him crazy, loving someone could be this insane. To torment him with his own love, to restrain him, wasn't that more exhilarating?
If neither of them could be happy, then they might as well torment each other!
Gong Heng looked at the face that had changed from the one in his memory, now full of wariness and cold spikes. He knew that her growth was forced by him. Very well, since she wanted to play, he would create a stage for her and see how she played.
She was like a kite he had let out; as long as the string was still in his hands, how far could she fly?
