"Yes, I know."
She looked at him hopelessly. Having spent time with him, she knew how stubborn he could be.
"You may be more inclined to believe your girlfriend—"
He butted in mid-speech.
"Wrong. It's ex-girlfriend now. She's no longer my girlfriend."
His tone carried a hint of sadness and loneliness.
"Right. Your ex-girlfriend." She looked at him, unsure of how to react. "Still, do you really know your former girlfriend? Do you really think that she's a victim here?"
"If not a victim, what then? The perpetrator?" He smiled sarcastically.
"What if I said that that's the case?" She, too, smiled sarcastically as she looked at him with a cold gaze.
"I refuse to believe that you don't know what kind of person your ex-girlfriend is. Yes, perhaps in the past, she's innocent and kind, but right now, there's no way she's still like that."
"…" His expression froze a little when he heard her words.
