The vicious Fan Rou, her face too hateful, even she found it terrifying, let alone him?
"We don't spend much time together, we should at least leave some beautiful memories. Otherwise, when we think back later, it will just be images of how cruelly I treated family members, and that would be bad, wouldn't it?"
Lan Shao crouched by her bed, looking into her eyes: "But I love you, no matter which side of you it is, I love it."
Loving someone means loving them entirely, accepting both the good and the bad.
"No matter what you become, I will always love you."
Fan Rou shook her head: "No, you won't like it, no one will like it."
She didn't even like it herself, but she had no choice but to act that way.
At the crucial moment, to deliver a final blow; otherwise, the one who might die would be her.
"Don't you trust me?"
"It's not that I don't trust you, it's just... please, these things are not for you to know."
