Excruciating Pain

It did not worry him that others might know. He just hates to be manipulated.

Xia Ruoxin looked at him with a miserable smile. In his opinion, Xia Ruoxin would never go behind his back to complain about him. This was Xia Yixuan's special treatment, and she had no right to do that.

"Do you think I will tell them anything if they asked me something?" Xia Ruoxin softly said. She fearlessly looked into his dark eyes, but her heart had been ruthlessly slashed. She could feel the smell of blood spreading although her face remained calm. No one knew just how mentally challenging it was for her to look at him in an eye-level.

"You can rest assured that I did not tell them anything. They asked me how I was doing and I said I was fine." She added in her heart: brutally well.

He was sure that she would not tell anyone. His cruelty was her embarrassment. She did not want anyone to know the kind of life she was leading—especially to Song Wan. If she found out, she would be laughing to her heart's content.

"Aren't you getting better and better at retorting?" Chu Lui suddenly lowered his head and bit her lips until it bled. It was always the same for them. As if they were a pair of porcupines that prick and hurt each other. Where matters of the heart were concerned, he hated her, but she loved him deeply.

With their love and hatred intertwined together, who could say for sure that she was the only one hurting?

It was impossible for him to love her. However, for her to not love him, maybe she could do that one day.

Her long eyelashes fluttered like a pair of invisible wings. Then it was shattered and lost. She reached out her hands in the air and hesitated. Finally, she took the initiative to hug the man who was torturing and abusing her. She had loved him so deeply, and she realized that in the short span of a few days, her determination was already dissolving.

At times, she was afraid—afraid that Chu Lui's hatred would crumble her love. If comes the day that she would stop loving him, it would otherwise mean that her persistence for the past years, the wait, her time, and the heartache she went through would have accounted as nothing.

Chu Lui felt his body shiver. This time, he kept licking the wounds on her lips. He could taste her blood and her tears.

Her face had paled. She pulled her hands away as though she did not want to give him her pain. As it turned out, her love was so insignificant, so heartbreaking, and so undignified.