Despite her best efforts to avoid thinking about Long Yutian, his image was engraved in her heart, impossible to forget.
She still loved him deeply, although her love was tainted with hatred. She was driven mad by the desire to find him, to confront him and ask why he did what he did. She loved him so much, yet why did he want to kill her? Were all the things he had said to her in the past just lies? Were all their past experiences just her own delusions? But everything had felt so real.
Thinking of these things, her heart ached unbearably; the truer her love, the deeper the wound.
For her, time was absolute torture. Every time she closed her eyes, she could hear Long Yutian's harsh words, see him stabbing her heart with a knife.
Thinking back, he had been ready since the day he returned to Mandara Manor...
