"..."
"Am I not even allowed to be angry when I'm hurt and wronged?" Gu Qingxin felt like she had reached the limit of her patience.
"No, I'll feel upset if you're angry," Beiming Han sat down next to her on the bed and hugged her.
With just one sentence, Gu Qingxin seemed to have a moment of clarity. She was angry, and he would feel sad.
"Beiming Han, I'm a person too, a person living in this society. As long as I'm alive, I'll have friends, family... I can't completely isolate myself from the world... If you can't respect me and just regard me as your private possession, your dominant possession of me will make me feel suffocated." Gu Qingxin's voice was tinged with a hint of helplessness.
She forcibly broke free from his hold and got up to leave. Beiming Han was left sitting there, his arm still in the position where she had pulled away, unmoving.
A long while later, his arms slowly withdrew, still feeling the soft touch of her fingertips. Yet, his embrace was now empty....
