Qiu Jun fell silent, his expression bitter as he stared at her, "I want to know if you ever liked me, even just a little."
Yun Yue stared back at him, "No. Even when I was K, no matter how well you treated me, I never liked you. Just like you said, our hearts are cold; they couldn't warm each other, let alone when I wanted to stand in the light."
She wanted to stand in the light, to survive those three years without losing her true self.
At that time, the only thing keeping her going was her grandmother. She knew her grandmother was definitely still waiting for her at home.
"Light…" Qiu Jun's lips curled into a mocking smile as he slowly raised his head to look at the overhead lamp, "It's terribly glaring."
"I know you want to kill me, so I've been waiting here for you. You want to avenge your grandfather, come then, dying by your hand would at least be better than dying at the hands of Xiao Chen."
