She looked at Zhou Bingzhu, her expression softening: "Zhou Bingzhu, I'm such a cold and indifferent woman who doesn't understand romance, I'm not worth you liking me like this."
Zhou Bingzhu was unmoved by such words: "But I just fell in love with you."
If it was in another world, hearing such a confession from her lover, Gu Shengyin would probably feel very happy, even elated.
But she was Jiang Lan.
Faced with this heart presented before her, she could only reject it mercilessly, and ideally crush it underfoot.
She sighed and said: "Love has to be mutual, I've always regarded you as a stranger. Your feelings for me only make me increasingly repulsed by you."
Yet Zhou Bingzhu did such a thing, clearly prepared for any intense reaction.
He spoke softly: "It's okay, you can hate me. Hating me is better than having no trace of me in your heart."
Gu Shengyin's expression suddenly turned cold: "You will die!"
