For the past two years, he had survived solely on this shred of solace. He feared that if Ruan Jiaojiao left, she would never return; he feared he would gradually forget her face and her voice. He had also attempted to use these paintings to anchor the hatred he felt at this moment.
Yet, the more he dwelt on it, the more he almost convinced himself that he truly hated her. But when he finally received news of Ruan Jiaojiao for the first time in two years, his immediate reaction was not the burning hatred that made him want to strip her to the bone, but the joy of a long-awaited reunion—even if, at the time, he desperately refused to admit he felt any anticipation or excitement.
Now, however, he saw clearly: for her, there was only endless love. Where was there even a hint of hatred?
Chapter 61