Perhaps hatred was just like pain. Once it reached its peak, a person would simply grow numb. Right now, aside from wanting to laugh, Liang Wan felt nothing at all.
Liang Wan looked at him earnestly, sighing with deep emotion. Her voice was tinged with regret as she gently lifted her eyelashes, glancing at him with a wronged expression.
"I had no idea you cared for me so much!
"What a pity we are destined to be apart in this life. Cui Hao, live well with them. In the future, if there's anything I can help you with, I still will.
"From now on, let's not meet in private anymore. Otherwise, if he finds out—you'll lose your life."
If he found out? Indeed, how could their current encounter be considered anything but a secret rendezvous? Cui Hao's face paled, panic clearly flashing in his eyes.
