"Does it hurt?"
Su Ziqiu wept uncontrollably. How could it not hurt?
"Do you still love him?" The man's deep eyes fixed on her coldly.
Her heart hurt so much she could barely breathe. Tears kept falling from Su Ziqiu's face like a fine rain.
She didn't love him, but why did her heart still hurt so much...
The man's gaze tightened as he looked at her. His voice sounded as if it came from the depths of hell. "If all of this was his trap, would you still love him?"
At his words, Su Ziqiu raised her misty eyes to look at him, her face full of disbelief. She felt as if she had been struck by lightning.
"You mean... How could that be...?" She couldn't believe it!
The man gave a cold laugh, set the things down, then turned and left.
A love turned to hate, and a hate turned to love.
Like the sky above Su Ziqiu, a ray of sunlight wound around her while a veil of rain and mist obscured her.
When everything was over, her love had already ended.
When a heart is dead, can it ever come back to life?
