Thinking of Qu Shuangshuang, Qu Chang'an couldn't help but pause his hand that was flipping through the textbook. He raised his head and looked toward the sports field where Qu Shuangshuang was sweating and diligently cultivating as a martial artist.
Qu Chang'an's eyes were filled with a complicated expression. Qu Chang'an, or rather, Mad Wolf, had truly mixed feelings about Qu Shuangshuang.
She was his mortal enemy; he ought to hate her to the bone, yet she was also the sister who now doted on him endlessly, so he couldn't hate her.
The pain of having a cold blade inserted into his heart in his previous life, and the memories of being held warmly in her arms in this life, pulled at his heart.
One half felt as if it was trembling in ice water, while the other half was warm and instinctively attached.
Such intense dual emotions tugged back and forth in his heart, making Mad Wolf unable to love or hate Qu Shuangshuang, utterly at a loss as to how to face her.
