She gave a bitter smile. "When I lost my memories and closed myself off, only you were by my side. I trusted you, relied on you, yet you detested me, rejected me, hated me. Was my love too late, causing your heart to grow tired, or had you already given up on me?"
That day on the rooftop, he resolutely fired two shots.
Although there were no bullets, he placed his life in her hands. Did her moment of hesitation deeply disappoint him?
So much so that, even with memory loss, he still remembered her past mistrust, her past wasteful actions.
"Why betray me, why wish me dead?" This was something he could never let go of, like a sickness of the heart, always lodged there, no matter that Qiao Xia had said she had not betrayed him, he didn't believe her.
Where did all these wounds come from?
Qiao Xia bit her lip. She knew that no matter how she explained, it would be feeble. She smiled faintly, "You killed my parents, my sister. Am I not even allowed to resist, to seek revenge?"
