"Hate! Do you know how much hate I have in my heart?" Chen Ziqian's grip on Suxin's wrist creaked, "This past year, it was sheer hatred that kept me going, did you know that?"
"I'm sorry..." Suxin closed her eyes quietly, tears sliding down from the corners of her eyes. Apart from "I'm sorry," she really didn't know what else she could say.
"Sorry? Do you think a simple apology can make up for all the hatred I feel? Let me tell you! It's not that easy!"
"I know I was wrong! I was wrong!" Tears quickly covered Suxin's cheeks, her heart aching terribly, painful, very painful! Seeing Chen Ziqian like this, she deeply felt how deeply she had hurt him.
Suddenly, Suxin felt the grip on her wrist gradually loosen, and Chen Ziqian's eyes also gradually lowered, half-closed, as if he had exhausted all his strength just now.
