He stared at her and said with absolute certainty, "You like it when I get close to you, Wushuang. You can refuse to admit it, but you can't deny it."
"I don't like it!"
The man pinched her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"Look into my eyes, can you really say you don't like it from your heart? Wushuang, how long do you want to torture me, to torture yourself?"
"..."
"If you can never forgive me for Wuyou's death, you can kill me. But please, tell me honestly, what do you really feel for me in your heart."
Wushuang's face turned slightly pale, she bit her lip tightly, and said painfully and lowly, "It's pain!"
Ouyang Che was stunned. She stared at him and repeated, "It's pain! You make me feel pain, a lot of pain!"
The man trembled all over, his eyes widened in disbelief.
In his eyes, there was a deep hurt.
He was the one who most hoped for her happiness, and yet, the one who gave her pain was him...
