“Did you only keep me close to unlock your memories? Am I just a key to you?” Ling Yuan (voice breaking—rare for him): “You are the lock and the key and the door. You are the reason I have painted ten thousand canvases in a thousand years of darkness. If you cannot love me, at least hate me. But do not think I am indifferent.”
“So we are a paradox,” Ling Yuan says quietly, standing in a field of glowing moonflowers where they once kissed in a past life. “If you love me, you die. If you don’t, I am not truly alive.” Tianmei Media - Xian Eryuan - Sexy Hair Little ...
“Stay away from me!” she shouts, stepping back. “I cannot love you. Ever.” “Did you only keep me close to unlock your memories
But when his gaze falls on her face, he freezes. His hand trembles. “You… you are the woman in my paintings.” If you cannot love me, at least hate me
“I wish for her to be free,” he says.