The pain in Ye Youyou's hand deepened and intensified as her heart followed suit.
"You hate me," she stated in a strained voice, clearly heartbroken.
Shen Luo'an pursed his lips and shook his head gently as he replied, "You think too highly of yourself. There has to be love before there can be any hatred. Toward you, I only feel disgust."
These words were like bullets from a gun, mercilessly penetrating her heart and leaving it in a bloody mess. It was hard to watch.
Ye Youyou looked up at him. Her brows knitted together as a sorrowful laugh escaped her. "Then, why did you marry me?"
"Everyone wanted me to marry you, so I did. You were very happy about it, weren't you?" he asked.
Due to the many years that Shen Luo'an had spent handling various medicines, his rough hands had a distinctive chemical smell. It was neither strong nor mild.