What exactly is the difference between liking and loving?
This question had troubled Huo Jin for too long.
She leaned against the stair railing, a cigarette dangling from her lips, her gaze cool and cold, tightly fixed on Tang Xiaorou.
She couldn't figure out why Tang Xiaorou suddenly asked if she loved Ye Xuan.
Love...
Or not love.
Huo Jin was different from Tang Xiaorou.
She was a special person with strong abilities, once a member of the Divine Soldiers Team, and moreover, a hardened soldier.
She had participated in wars, in capturing international criminals, and her hands were stained with blood.
Logically, a woman like her should never fall in love with a man.
After all, she was more of a man than any man.
Ordinary men wouldn't last three moves in her hands before being subdued.
She had never thought she would fall in love with anyone.
Until she met Ye Xuan.
Her feelings gradually became complicated.
She began to learn how to hesitate, to think, to struggle.
