"You know, even though you don't like me, I quite like you," Yuan Dingfeng said with a smile, and there was some bitterness in his smile.
It was strange that he, who was nicknamed Smiling White Yi, had been crazy all his life and traveled all over the world, but he still cared so much about her.
Enemy? Friend? Master and apprentice? She couldn't explain clearly, she just felt that fate was so strange and fate liked to play tricks on people.
Sometimes, perhaps with the companionship of the soul, we can face the true separation of love and hate.