Is it because of the child?
"Gu Yanting, don't you hate me? For Song Zhe, I sent you to prison and destroyed everything of the Gu Family."
Zhuo Ya clutched Gu Yanting's arm, gasping for air, her eyes red as she asked.
Zhuo Ya and Gu Yanting had been entangled for most of their lives. She was tired, and maybe Gu Yanting... was tired too.
"Hate? Yes."
A hint of crimson seeped into the depths of Gu Yanting's eyes.
"Ah Ya, what does it feel like to be used and deceived by Song Zhe?"
Gu Yanting grabbed Zhuo Ya's chin, pressing his face against hers, his smile cold as ice.
Zhuo Ya looked at Gu Yanting, tugged at her lips, and faintly smiled: "It feels terrible."
"This is also your retribution."
"You like Song Zhe so much..."
"It's not about liking."
Zhuo Ya had already figured it out; her feelings for Song Zhe were never about liking.
It was a belief, a kind of light of redemption.
She lived in misery beside Gu Yanting, in acute pain.
