Lu Weichun was more aware of the pounding of her head than the layer of dehydrated saliva that coated her lips. Once on her feet, the room swayed almost causing her to lose balance. Almost.
"Please, Weichun, you have to listen to me." Fan Jingli said, ignoring Lu Xingyan's remark. As long as Lu Weichun would listen, it was all that mattered.
She could feel her insides tear, and the blood drained from her face. He said that he loved her and she took him at his word. Then one sunny day, under a cloudless sky, she saw him, who was about to leave the motel, flirting with someone else. It would have been kinder to kill her. Now she must be this person filled with a bitterness she couldn't control. The girl he met years ago under that apple blossom tree, the one with the big eyes and the bigger heart was now consumed by a hatred she never knew could take root. But here it was. Here they were. The hate didn't ebb, it multiplied.