"I'm just this kind of person, when I like someone, I can tolerate a lot of things that now seem unbearable. It's just who I am. I like to spoil the person I like. It's probably related to how I was raised. When I love you, even if you throw a tantrum and break things, I just see it as you being coquettish..."
"I've never broken anything."
"Can't I even use a metaphor?"
Sophia Phoenix pressed her lips tightly together, her gaze heavy as she looked at the woman in front of her, listening to her heart-wrenching words.
"But if I stop loving you, I can't tolerate anything." She lowered her head and took a drag of her cigarette, her eyes downcast as she spoke indifferently, after so many years, this was their first time openly discussing their emotional issues after her heart had turned cold.
