The calls from two different people that evening did nothing to spoil Wushuang and Kaka's mood. On the contrary, ever since Long Chengtian called to confirm her return, Wushuang was in an exceptionally good mood—radiant and glowing. Her eyes held an undeniable joy, making it clear to anyone that she was a woman in love, bright and captivating.
Kaka silently stroked her long hair, finding it difficult to speak his mind.
Fumo, he, Mo Yao, and Little White had all advised Wushuang not to have too much contact with Long Chengtian. It wasn't because the man was difficult; it was because Wushuang was so wholeheartedly in love with him, yet he hated her. The gulf between them was the life of a person, a matter of grave importance. They were all afraid Wushuang would end up heartbroken. However, things weren't as they had expected. Long Chengtian seemed to be consumed by a mix of love and hate for her.
Perhaps Wushuang was right; hate could turn into love.
