Zhou Song’s fingers gripped the doorknob so hard his knuckles turned white.
Huang Liuer’s words, "Don’t make me hate you," felt like a poisoned dagger plunged deep into his heart; every beat sent a bone-chilling pain through his body.
He longed to turn back and rush to her side, to shield her behind his own shoulders from all the malice and harm. But the look of absolute desperation in her eyes and the way her body trembled made him fear that his persistence would only become the final straw that broke her.
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