"Why won't you accept my pursuit, why are you afraid to start a new romance? After all he's done to you, you still love him!"
"Enough!" An Ruo interrupted him coldly, "Whether I accept you or start a new romance, these are my own affairs. No one dictates that I must date."
Angry, she shook off his hand and turned away, striding off.
Mo Hua didn't follow her. His eyes, dark and gloomy, were fixed on her retreating figure; his hands clenched tightly, the wounds in his palms soon split open, and fresh blood stained the white bandages...
An Ruo admitted that Mo Hua's words had hit a nerve. When she got home, she cooled down quite a bit, feeling slightly regretful for losing her temper with him.
But he really had gone too far today. He shouldn't have said those things to hurt her.
Fine, she admitted she was pathetic, despicable even.
Tang Yuchen had treated her that way, yet she still couldn't forget him. She even despised herself for it...
