He stared at her and said with absolute certainty, "You like it when I get close to you, Wushuang. You can refuse to admit it, but you can’t deny it." The man pinched her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Look into my eyes, can you really say you don’t like it from your heart? Wushuang, how long do you want to torture me, to torture yourself?" "If you can never forgive me for Wuyou’s death, you can kill me. But please, tell me honestly, what do you really feel for me in your heart." Wushuang’s face turned slightly pale, she bit her lip tightly, and said painfully and lowly, "It’s pain!" Ouyang Che was stunned. She stared at him and repeated, "It’s pain! You make me feel pain, a lot of pain!" The man trembled all over, his eyes widened in disbelief. In his eyes, there was a deep hurt. He was the one who most hoped for her happiness, and yet, the one who gave her pain was him... "Ache, it’s impossible for us, can you let go?" In this way, when she leaves, only she will be in pain. His pain wouldn’t be so deep. Ouyang Che’s hand slowly released, and Wushuang’s heart sank little by little. He let go of her body, suppressing too many emotions in his eyes. Wushuang couldn’t bear to look at him, she turned around, not letting him see the pain in her eyes. "I... am leaving... Have a good rest..." Ouyang Che turned and left, his steps somewhat disordered. He thought she was already beginning to try to accept him. Lately, her rejection of him wasn’t so obvious. Why, when he saw hope, when he was joyful, did she push him into the abyss again, giving him despair? The heart was very painful, and also very hateful! Hating her ruthlessness, yet still unable to truly let her go. When he heard the sound of the door closing, Wushuang finally turned around. In the vast room, she was the only one left. Ouyang Che’s sad and fragile gaze was like a brand, deeply imprinted on her heart, always lingering. Memories flashed back, and she recalled something from a long time ago. Her brother Wuyou was sick, and to help him recover quickly, she stayed by his side every day, taking care of him. In doing so, she forgot to go to the back hill, forgot there was a boy waiting for her there every day. After a week, Wuyou’s illness was cured. He was in a great mood, so he took her out cycling and playing. She sat at the front of the bicycle, her brother dotingly protecting her, slowly riding on the island. She spread her arms wide, feeling the sea breeze, happily laughing like silver bells, and her brother laughed along with a low, pleasant sound. But she didn’t notice a small figure standing not far away, looking at them with a sullen face. It took her a long time to notice his presence, to remember she had forgotten him recently. She jumped off the bicycle, ran to him, her little face flushed. "Ache, what are you doing here?" she asked him with a smile. For more chapters visit novel[f]ire.net The boy’s dark, indifferent eyes glanced at Wuyou not far away, then fell back on her face. He faced her with an icy expression unbefitting of a child and said flatly, "I waited for you for seven days on the back hill, but you never showed up once." Wushuang immediately felt guilty and said, "I’m sorry, my brother was sick, and I’ve been taking care of him. Ache, I’m sorry, I forgot you’d be waiting for me there."