Zhu Lu took a deep breath, her sobs barely subsiding, "Does love need a reason? I fell in love with him, and at least now I still love him, even if he abandons me, does this love just disappear? What kind of crappy questions are you asking? Go to hell!"
The punishment that once appeared on Wu Feng's body occurred again. With a flash of light, Zhu Lu couldn't help but cry out in agony.
Dai Huabin struggled with all his might. At this moment, his heart suddenly ached. The figure that had been the deepest in his mind—the stunningly beautiful woman with pink and blue shades—seemed to have faded a lot.
As the saying goes, true feelings are seen in times of adversity. At this moment, he seemed to see clearly what was in his heart. He was screaming crazily in his mind: Don't hurt her, hit me instead!
"Pure love, sincere emotions. Despite your cursing at me, I'll spare you this time for the sincerity of your feelings. The first trial of sincerity, passed."
