But many days of fear and anxiety had driven her to the brink of losing control. She couldn't understand why it was always the ones we loved most who inflicted the deepest hurt. I can accept that you don't love me, but I can't accept you hurting me over and over again. Mother Huang, Yang Wei—these enemies. In the end, she had even come to see Huang Xiaojue as an enemy. She hated him. She had never hated someone this much before. Extreme anxiety and anger had converged into extreme irrationality. She was eager to vent but could never find an outlet. Someone had to pay for this.
"Xixi... Xixi…" He just called her name. She just listened. Those two words sounded so full of deep affection, so tender and lingering, as if he had always loved and cherished her. And that was why her hatred for him was so intense, it felt as if she were bleeding inside.
"Huang Xiaojue…"
A faint warmth touched his heart.
