"..." Philip Shaw's breathing slowly calmed down, his chest heaving violently for a moment, and he couldn't help but tighten his grip on Aldana Candi's wrist. After a while, he spoke softly, "Aldana, I like you."
Aldana looked at him. This confession didn't cause any fluctuation in her expression. She just smiled gently and asked him, "Do you like me more than Ellen?"
He instinctively held her tighter, feeling a bit heartbroken, "It's different. You don't have to compare yourself to her every time."
Her gaze was very faint as she just said flatly, "It's obviously all of you who taught me this."
Every man she ever fell for taught her a pitiful truth. She had tried to struggle to prove she wasn't bad, but time and again, from her youth to adulthood, she failed.
It's very tragic and very hopeless, having no choice but to believe she is indeed terrible, not worth liking.
