This phrase was very clear, his entire body shook, and she also quivered uncontrollably. He gazed at her, and treating it as if it were a dream, he gave an ‘en’ sound. After a long time, he then said softly: “You don’t love me?” Her heart was like a pot of boiling water, a countless number of bubbles surged out. For some reason, she felt as if she about to split open, but she stiffly suppressed everything, and as if she was trying to convince herself, she enunciated each word: “I don’t love you.” His palm was icily cold, each joint was stiff grasping, but that hand seemed to suddenly lose all of its control, her own hand hurt terribly but her heart was even more jumbled, as if the pot of boiling water had been upturned. After the burning pain had subsided, there was only numbness; she knew that after the numbness was a pain that would reach the depths of her bones, so she only thought: I cannot think anymore, I don’t want to think anymore.
She slowly withdrew her hand, drawing back inch by inch. She turned around and said: “Liu Shao, please leave, I want to rest now.”