Ouyang Che did not continue; when she stopped resisting, he instead stopped.
His fingers lingered on her lips, caressing them longingly, and he whispered hoarsely, "Are you still hating me?"
Wushuang looked at him without speaking.
"I killed Wuyou, and you've never been able to forgive me, have you?" he asked again.
Wushuang closed her eyes painfully, feeling as if her heart had been stabbed fiercely, bleeding profusely.
Her hands clenched tightly, her face devoid of any color.
Ouyang Che's eyes flashed with intense anguish, a bitter smile tugging at his lips.
"You really can't forgive me..."
"Back then, you should have killed me to avenge him. You regret not killing me back then, don't you?"
Stop it!
Wushuang's heart was torn with pain; it wasn't like that, not at all!
