"It was you who provoked me, you want to be with me, you want me to love you, so you can't, after I love you, just dump me, you can't..."
He seemed to have completely destroyed the heavy and solid wall of restraints and suppression built over the past three years, indulging in a reckless, unbridled kiss with her.
His distinctly jointed fingers intertwined with her slender ones, pressing down on her head, his heavy body carrying a scorching heat that radiated through his shirt, burning her.
In the chaos of her mind, only two sentences lingered clearly at first, later becoming mere fragments—
"You can't dump me after I love you."
"No one loves you more than I do."
No one loves you more than I do...
This sentence seemed to be a curse, like a stuck antique tape endlessly repeating in her mind.
No one loves you more than I do...
She couldn't understand, even though she already knew it.
