She looked at him coldly, and there was an impatience which she didn't have to fight to conceal in her indifferent voice.
Mu Sihan swallowed his saliva that was filled with the taste of blood and stared fixedly at her with his dark eyes, as if he wanted to see through her soul.
He knew that she would not forgive him easily for hurting her, even if he hasn't been himself at the time.
He could not forgive himself either.
He did not know when his illness would be cured. If it could be cured at all.
To keep her by his side, it was a kind of hurt to her as long as he couldn't be cured and that other personality remained within him.
But to let her go?
He could not bear to.
He was arrogant, had no fear of anything but this time alone, he felt an unprecedented fear.
He dared not even confess to her that he had a personality disorder.
He was embarrassed by this kind of mental illness.
