He was hurt by these words.
He shook his head, deceiving himself, "No, you said that on purpose, right? Elinor, you wanna make me painful."
She made it.
He was really in pain now, so much pain that he was going crazy.
"No, it's true." Her eyes turned gloomy, as if she lost the last hope, "Between us, it'll be good if someone dies. Everything'll be over. When I loved you so much, I didn't die for you. What a pity! Victor, show me your sincerity. Will you die?"
Like a thunderbolt falling in his ears, he was so startled.
His eyes widened incredulously, without any trace of that genius boy's appearance.
Mixed complex emotions rested on his face. He finally turned desperate.
No...
He took a deep breath, as if it could give himself a little courage, and finally he said, "But Elinor, I feel I do."
Watching her go in and out with another men late at night, in matching pajamas, and hide behind another man to avoid him-- the man who saw these scenes is no different from a dead man.
He shouted hysterically, "Do you have to do this? Do you have to break up with me forever? How much do you hate me? Tell me! I said I can make it up for you. I'm powerful enough to do everything."
"How much do I hate you?"
She trembled, making her laughter like a cry. "What I hate is perhaps not you anymore. It's that indisputable self."
After saying that, she looked back and found that he had let go of his hand in the doorway, so she gritted her teeth and slammed the door with force, closing the door again in front of Victor.
This time, she finally banged it in front of him.
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