Yin Zhu paused in her actions of applying ointment on her fingers, she turned to look at the man with a delicate raise of her chin which was neither high nor too low. Her silver eyelashes fluttered under the moonlight as she parted her lips which were full and red like roses before speaking, " I neither hate nor despise you, young master Mu Yan. What I hate is your selfish actions of imprisoning me like I am something which can be kept ignoring my wishes but I do not hate you."
With a pause she further added, " Hate is a strong word, I do not wish to see it thrown around carelessly."