Every word Zhuo Ya said felt like a knife, viciously stabbing into Gu Jin's heart.
Indeed... Zhuo Ya still hated him.
"Do you wish to kill me?"
Gu Jin approached Zhuo Ya.
The man's presence made Zhuo Ya feel sick.
She lifted her chin, her eyes brimming with coldness.
"Yes, I wish I could kill you."
"But do I have another choice now, Gu Jin?"
Zhuo Ya asked with cold mockery.
"No."
"Since there isn't, I can only compromise."
"I suddenly miss the old you."
Gu Jin gazed nostalgically at Zhuo Ya's pale face.
Sarcasm and scorn flickered across Zhuo Ya's face.
She looked at Gu Jin and said slowly, "The old me?"
"I can't even remember what the old me was like."
"Don't you dislike what I've become now?"
"Wasn't it you who turned me into this step by step?"
Zhuo Ya approached Gu Jin, asking with an icy tone.
Gu Jin's heart shuddered violently.
He almost frantically looked away.
"Ah Ya, I do love you."
The word "love," coming from Gu Jin's mouth, was truly nauseating.
