She hated that man. Hate him for treating her as a forbidden creature, hate him for depriving her of all freedom, hate him for making her like a vine, gradually losing the ability to stand up independently. Luoyu, I love you. He always put his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear. I love you too. Her eyes were indifferent and she smiled boredly. Love? Rather, it was nothing more than a desire, the kind of selfish desire that had imprisoned her throughout her life.