I hate her so much, I hate that scumbag. Four years of love, four years of marriage, and eight years of companionship only resulted in the words "You can't even compare to a hair on her head."
I hate myself so much, I hate myself for why I kept stalking that person even though I knew he had a sweetheart in his heart. If only I had been rational enough.
I hate her so much. I hate that woman. She is obviously married and happy, but she wants to destroy the illusion that she has been carefully maintaining.
With so much hatred, Xie Yinyin slowly closed her eyes. . . . . . If there is an afterlife, we will never see each other again.