Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

“Can I know the reason?” Xia Ruoxin turned her head and asked him calmly. There were no tears. She wouldn’t cry, really. She just wanted to know why he was still so composed—why he was still so calm. Was he really this heartless?

Her heart was on the verge of death.

“You know the answer.” Chu Lui leaned against the door, his face calm and unreadable.

“But I really don’t?” Xia Ruoxin lowered her head and mumbled to herself. Did she really not know, or was she reluctant to think about that possibility?

“Hah…” Chu Lui let out a cold laugh, walking towards her step-by-step. He reached his hand out to grab the thin chin as his eyes landed on the pale face.

He dyed this face with colors of happiness once, but now, he was destroying them with his own hands.

“You hate me. You’ve hated me all this time.” Xia Ruoxin was forced to lift her head and see the undisguised hatred in his eyes. He had hated her this much.

“Yes, I hate you.” Chu Lui outright admitted it, having no need to conceal his hatred this time. “Did you think I would fall in love with the murderer who killed Yixuan? You’re too naive.”

He finished and shook off the chin, but he forced her to inch backward again until she had nowhere to go. Her eyes were wide, and she stared at him unblinkingly, just like a dead corpse who had died an unjust death.

She should be crying, but she realized that she didn’t even feel the urge to cry now. She didn’t know what kind of feeling it was; she just knew that her body was slowly being broken into pieces by his cold voice… until Xia Ruoxin didn’t exist anymore.

“Do you know what the best way to destroy a woman is?” Chu Lui put a hand on Xia Ruoxin’s cheek. The warmth from his palm no longer made her feel happiness. Now, he was the cruelest executioner, waiting to tear her everything apart ruthlessly with his own hands.

Xia Ruoxin parted and closed her lips, knowing the taste of her own tears. She was still crying.

“Don’t you love me to bits?” His voice became colder and colder, his words piercing Xia Ruoxin’s heart. Xia Ruoxin covered her ears as if realizing what he was trying to say.

“I don’t want to hear it, I don’t want to. Please, don’t say it, please stop.”

She crouched down and shook her head continuously. She couldn’t take it anymore.

Chu Lui would never have half-hearted cruelty towards her. He did not love her, and so he could hurt her heart and tear her soul apart as much as he liked.

He pulled her hands away from her ears forcefully. “Xia Ruoxin, such a pity, but you’ll have to hear it even if you didn’t want to.

“Yes, I was nice to you on purpose. Whatever women liked: flowers, jewelry, adoration—I gave them all to you. I let you have a taste of heaven and made you think that I have forgotten my hatred for you… and that my kindness and adoration towards you was me falling for you.

“You probably would have never thought of it… that this was all part of my plan. You’ll never know how much I hate you, how much I loathe you. I feel disgusted every time I’m gentle towards you.”

Xia Ruoxin stayed silent, her extremely empty eyes staring at the lips opening and closing. His heartless words fell on her ears and pierced harshly through her eardrums, tearing through her heart.

Her presence only made him feel disgusted.

It was all fake.

Everything was a lie.