Chu Yang suddenly felt shameful.
What Tie Butian said was completely right. And the questions she asked him also made him unable to answer.
Did he like her? Did he love her? Was it only responsibility? Was there anything romantic?
Tie Butian's lips were trembling. "I like you, Chu Yang, and I like you! I like you so much that I almost no longer have an identity. Every night you appear in my dreams… I can do anything for you, and I can let you do anything to me! But… I don't want you to think of me as your responsibility, do you get it? Much less your burden, do you get it? And even much less a tool for you to let out your desires! Do you get it?"
"I want to be a complete woman! Even if you don't like me, my love is still complete! I only hope you will not trample it casually."
Chu Yang was pale.