Love or not love, hate or not hate, in between, what is love?
His love is predatory, possessive, and cruel.
Her love is thin, cold and timid.
"Why?"
"Because I love you."
Then, he slapped her in the face.
"Are you tired? Then don't even think about escaping."
"You must let me go." She was stubborn and stared at him.
"Have you had enough fun? Come back when you have enough." He ordered in a lazy voice.
At night, he slowly hugged her from behind and held her in his arms: "Ink..."
That sound of ink completely disturbed her thoughts.
Her surname is Xia, which means Yuye, but he calls her Shui Mo. It has never changed since she was a child.
Ink painting is a pool of water, why should it be ink?