91 Too Selfish To Let Go (2/2)

So many obstacles, so many trials. If love had not turned her into a silly fool, wanting desperately to stay by his side, would she have persevered to surmount them one by one?

Hui Yin shook her head, and said lightly, ”I thought we're on a date? We shouldn't talk about heavy topics like these. It's your precious day off today, so we should enjoy it as much as we can.”

At last, Lu Shen looked out of the window.

In a low voice, he said, ”'Heavy topic?' 'Enjoy it as much as we can?' It means you're thinking that if we talk about this, it'll ruin this 'date'.”

He laughed, but there was no amusement in it, only despair. ”I asked you before if you hated me. I guess I know the answer now.”

At her silence that might as well be an unspoken assent to his question, Lu Shen felt like all the blood in his veins had turned into acid. Unknowingly, he had clenched his hands into fists.

”Then why didn't you break off the engagement if you hated me?”

His words were harsh, as if they were being forced out of his mouth.

”If I break the engagement, will you let me?” Hui Yin gave her own question to him in return.

When she had first found herself back in her twenty-two year old body, Hui Yin had wondered. If Lu Shen loved Nian Zhen, then why did he marry her? He was indeed a man of his word, but surely, he would have protested more for Nian Zhen's sake?

Hui Yin didn't think anyone could force Lu Shen to do anything that was against his own will. If he had told her that he loved someone else, Hui Yin would have respected his decision despite her own heartache.

Why did he even proceed with that farce of a marriage with her?

Lu Shen's expression turned cold, and in his eyes Hui Yin saw a ferocity that wasn't there before. Without warning, his hand shot out and caught her wrist.

”You're my fiancée.” His grip tightened on her wrist. ”Don't think that you can get away from me so easily, Xiao Yin. You're mine.”

And in his response she found her answer. He was too selfish—too selfish to let go of a woman he didn't even love. He was like a kid that found an interesting toy, and even though he did not care for it, he still kept it to himself.

In his eyes, she was exactly that toy. A toy to be played with, but not to be kept. A toy that once it was used, would be abandoned without much thought.

Hui Yin stared at her wrist was captured in his hand, before saying in a soft voice that was almost too low for him to hear, ”You're hurting me.”