A fine line between love and hate. Sometimes it was easier to hate someone than to love them. For some people, their love can turn to hate within an instant, easy. Yang Tian-Xu had never understood the logic of that. How can love becomes hate so easily? How could anyone love someone so much and end up hating them? For him, no matter how much Wang Yi-An had hurt him. He couldn’t stop loving her.
Never being able to hate her, because he loves her too much. Even when she had hurt him. Betrayed him, broke his heart, and stomp on his pride. He hated himself for not fucking her when she threw herself at him, again and again. He would remember that day when she left him, standing there alone, watching as she walked away. He hated himself for not being able to do it. Just grab her arm, pull her back and just fuck her. Because sex without love is just meaningless. And he doesn’t want some meaningless sex.
He wanted her heart. Her love.