“Starting tomorrow, you and I will continue practicing together.” Her voice was now filled with anger.
I was stunned and hurriedly replied, “No, don’t include me. The last time I went with you, I was sore for an entire week. I don’t want to go.”
“Spineless guy, go to sleep. I’m going to drive.” She hung up the phone without waiting for a goodbye.
After shouting, she felt somewhat better. Sprawled over the steering wheel, she fiddled with the small perfume bottle hanging on the rearview mirror, examining her emotions.
Wasn’t she already aware of the kind of person he was? Why be angry? Why still feel heartache? How could she have any unrealistic thoughts about the man who had ruined her world and life?
Logically, she should hate him deeply, but searching her heart, she couldn’t find a trace of hatred. Could she still love him?
This thought startled her, and she shook her head, trying to dismiss it.
No, she no longer loved him. The absence of hatred was due to Tong Baichuan’s dying instructions. As the saying goes, behind hatred is love. But without hate, it seemed impossible that she still loved him.
Ou Xueman comforted herself this way, yet she feared the possibility of still loving him. Deep down, she believed that loving him again would betray Tong Baichuan and Tong Yifeng, who was struggling.
She overlooked her own heart; that love for him had always existed, unchanged, which is why she couldn’t find hatred. This love was buried deep within her, and to rediscover it, she would need to reopen old wounds.
Just as she was about to drive away, the car door suddenly opened, and a woman sat down beside her. The strong smell of alcohol filled the car as the woman mumbled, “Men… are no good… all bastards, bastards driving, what crappy car… made me search so hard.”
When the woman slumped into the seat, Ou Xueman recognized her as Di Xihuang’s companion. She appeared extremely drunk and not in her right mind. Why else would she randomly get into her car?
Ou Xueman stared for a moment. “Hey, miss, you’ve got into the wrong car.”
The woman mumbled incoherently, “Ou… Wen, you… big idiot… big bastard…”
