If pain and love are mutual in this world, then for her, her pain is embedded in love, made of sweet sugar and wrapped in bitter medicine.
That medicine is poison.
That candy is her past buried deep in her heart.
Zhiyan could never guess what Nanjing was thinking. The only thing she understood was that he couldn't be the only one he wanted.
And all she hoped for was peace.
So, he said, "Stop talking, I'm sorry."