Gong Heng's heart had already been executed by lingchi.
"Have you ever... hated me?"
"Perhaps?" She looked out of the window indifferently, "Actually, I've thought about hating you since I was sixteen, many, many times. When you first tore my body, when you imprisoned me. When you came back to take me by force, when Uncle Gong passed away. When you threatened me with Yuanzi, when you dealt with Xue Ye. So many times, I wanted to hate you. But then I found that I couldn't."
Even if there had been hate, it was only for a moment.
Undeniably, Gong Heng had done many cruel and overbearing things to her, but in the end, she forgave him easily.
Even when she saw no hope in him, she was willing to give herself a sliver of hope, to give him opportunities.
Because love had penetrated deep into her bones, she repeatedly broke her own principles.
Actually, when she thought about it carefully, there were many times when she couldn't forgive Gong Heng.
