At that time, his eyes were filled with intense affection, which she could see clearly, and she believed he truly loved her.
So, she couldn't ignore his goodness, no matter how hard she tried to hide herself within a tough protective shell, she still ended up falling into the trap of his gentleness.
It was perhaps just their ill-fated destiny... Maybe he was truly her bane.
Yan Chu didn't respond but instead stepped forward, pulling Luo Qiangwei into his embrace.
With his distinctively handsome hands, he lightly patted her back and said, with a hint of self-mockery in his laugh, "Sometimes, I'm quite envious of Mo Shiche. After all you've been through, you still don't hate him. He's really lucky."
Luo Qiangwei bit her lip, "I do hate him."
"You don't hate him," Yan Chu slowly closed his eyes, chuckling softly. He laughed at her and at himself, "If you hated him, you wouldn't speak of love, Weiwei. You don't hate him at all."
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