Wei Chengfeng's casual words effortlessly returned her to her original state.
Was she too greedy?
Yes, indeed she was too greedy. If she hadn't been so desperate to have him, she wouldn't have driven herself to madness like this. Even now, she wants to hate him, but she can't bring herself to do it.
It's often said that when you love deeply, your hatred will also be more profound.
But Qiao Ling felt that there was no truth in these words at all. Hatred built on the foundation of love is not true hatred, but a demon born from unfulfilled desires, an elevation of love.
Tears quietly fell, like a veil of mist over her eyes, obscuring the face of the man in front of her.
