An Ke stepped back, wiping the droplets on her face, unsure if they were rain or tears: “But I don’t love you. I don’t love you.” Why was he saying such touching words at this moment? She didn’t want to hear it, didn’t want to listen.
“I will make you try to love me,” he had long anticipated she would say such words, but hearing her say them so coldly still hurt him deeply.
That day will never come, I will never fall in love with you.” The words she spoke, one by one, were like a thorn in his heart, and they also wounded her. Before, she had the courage to tell him she loved him, but now she didn’t, afraid that if she said it, he would be more hurt. She would rather carry this secret and leave far away. When she hoped he would say he loved her, he didn’t; now when she doesn’t want him to say it, he does. She cried out, afraid he wouldn’t hear her words: “If you truly love me, let me go.”
“I won’t let go anymore. I will make you love me.” She couldn’t see him trembling, how difficult it was to say these words. Jun Hao had never felt so helpless; he was truly at a loss.
“All along, it’s been your one-sided love. You’ve never thought about my feelings; you only cared about your male pride of possessing me. It’s you who has wounded my heart deeply. After hurting me completely, you tell me you love me – do you think I would believe that?” But she still believed his words, believed every word he was saying now.
“I will never make you sad again.” The rainwater hit his face, and in this dark night, his expression was indiscernible.
“Actually, you love yourself the most, not me. Because you love yourself, you disregard my feelings, wanting to forcibly keep me by your side. But that way, I will never be happy. How can I be happy without happiness? I beg you, please let me go, stop clinging to me.” The rain grew heavier, and she shouted louder, trying to use this sound to mask her reluctance.
