C108 Pouching illusion

A trickle of blood flowed out from Huangfu Ming's mouth. He furrowed his brows, the light in his eyes dimming as he asked, "Do you hate me that much?" He spoke faintly. The light in his eyes was downcast, as if he had received some sort of injury.

"How can I not hate you? When you appeared in my life, my life became a mess. You said that you loved me