It was only after Duan Xingzhi had been gone for a long time that Bai Zhi came back to her senses.
She didn't know how to describe her feelings at this moment.
She had thought she had gotten used to it, used to this suffocation, used to this pain, but as it turned out, she hadn't yet mastered the art of being invulnerable. She still hurt, and it was more painful than ever before.
Sometimes she didn't understand why she did this, hurting him and hurting herself. This must be what they call injuring the enemy by a thousand but suffering eight hundred in return, right? Occasionally, she felt an impulse to run to him and tell him that she loved him and wanted to be with him.
But she was too rational, rational to the point that even she herself was appalled.
She knew what she should and shouldn't do.
He was so good, she was not worthy.
This was a form of inferiority complex, yet it was an unalterable truth.
