Qi Ruigang shuddered, his face stiff and unsightly.
Her words pierced straight to the heart.
He thought his heart was made of stone, impervious to anything.
But at this moment, he clearly felt the sound of his heart being pierced by something.
Is this what heartache is, this discomfort?
Qi Ruigang's expression was very gloomy, "Do you hate me that much?"
"Yes!" Mo Lan calmly replied, "But I hope that one day I can stop hating you."
Qi Ruigang was disheartened—
He wasn't naive enough to think that her not hating him meant she had chosen to accept him.
Her lack of hatred for him was an even more terrifying outcome.
She didn't even deign to hate him, she was already eager to expel him from her life.
Qi Ruigang suddenly felt a bit of panic in his heart.
He abruptly hugged her body tightly, wishing he could squeeze her into his flesh and blood.
"Not hating me is too merciful for me. After I've hurt you like that, you'd better keep hating me, hate me for a lifetime!"
