Shu Jiaojiao sneered again upon hearing his words.
—You don't understand me, huh... I even think I don't understand you!
Sometimes, two people in love are like two individuals who cannot freely control themselves.
Although we stand together in the same space, we are forcibly blindfolded in black. We can find each other, touch each other, but we cannot see each other clearly, let alone ourselves!
So, we always try to guess what the other is thinking. You become a blind butcher, I become a deaf and dumb hedgehog, our emotions isolated beyond the heavens. You hurt me, I hurt you, and in the end, we each boarded opposing sails, moving further apart from each other.
This is the most desolate thing of all.
Bei Lingfeng's words, after a brief pause, continued,
