I didn't speak, and she continued: "You can tell me why you are unhappy, or you can fight with me. Anyway, I am the person you hate, and you should be able to calm down if you fight with me."
From what she said, it seemed like I really hated her.
But does she know?
I have never hated her!
Why do I hate her!
Is it just because of her domineering nature?
She was wrong.
"Princess, I have never hated you."
I looked at her and spoke calmly.
Then I saw her disbelieving eyes, as if she didn't believe what I said.
I said it again with assurance, "I really don't hate you, I just hate myself."
Yes, the person I hate is myself.
I hate that I still love Dongfang Ao, I hate that my heart hurts when I see him, I hate that every move he makes makes my heart hurt, I hate that my dead heart still hurts when I see him, I hate a lot
A lot, but I just hate myself.
What right do I have to hate others!
No, I have no right to hate others. Everything is my fault. The only one I should hate is myself.
"you……"
Qingling looked at me and said to me that I hated myself, a little confused.
I smiled mockingly, and my smile was extremely bitter.
"Princess, there are many things that only you understand, and others will not."
As soon as I finished speaking, I heard her say: "I understand, I understand you are unhappy."
She spoke a little hastily, as she was afraid that I wouldn't let her speak.
I looked at her and said nothing.
However, she added: "Your song is very sad, and it expresses your state of mind. I feel that way too, but I know that my sadness is not as strong or as deep as yours."
She said and looked at the sky.
I raised my head and looked at the sky.
Except for some stars, nothing could be seen in the sky, and the moon didn't even know where it had gone.
"Sister Wanxi, can you tell me what makes you unhappy?"
Qingling looked at me and suddenly called me sister, calling me as if I had been blown up by a landmine.
It's hard to imagine that Qingling, who hates me, could call me sister, and the words she said at this time were so comforting to me.
I looked at Qing Ling and said slowly: "Princess, there are many things in the past. Just forget it if you think about it occasionally. There is no need to mention it."