“Did you really never like me, not the slightest bit?” She held his big hand. She still did not hate it even if this pair of hands had already crushed her.
Not ever?
Her face was filled with such despair; one could not help but be moved by it.
However, Daniel would never exist in the midst of all this.
“What about her? Do you like her—love her?” She was holding onto him tightly, not letting go. If she let go, she would never forget how this pair of hands had brought her such agony. Yet she still yearned for it.
The more she loved, the harder it was for her.
“Love?” he flung her hand away violently as if she was some kind of virus. “I, Daniel, will fall for Sophia and Lillian, but… I will never fall for you, Lucia.”
He stood towering over her and sneered while she stayed on the floor
