By the end, Xia Liyou was weeping so hard, she could hardly get a word out.
She had told herself to be patient, to stay calm, to remain indifferent.
But now, as she spoke, her thoughts flowed forth like a relentless stream, seemingly endless.
Trying to stop it was akin to stemming a flood with a knife, or trying to drown sadness with alcohol- only serving to deepen the sorrow.
The more she tried to untangle these thoughts, the tighter their threads would coil around her, trapping her, leaving her breathless.
Xia Liyou was talking for quite a while, she never realized that she could express such long thoughts so fluently.
She didn't even rehearse it in her mind, it just flew out naturally, like flowing clouds and water.
This was, perhaps, the accumulation of resentments, suppressed anger, and knots buried in her heart for the last five years.
While she held grudges against him, was angry with him, was annoyed at him, she didn't truly hate him.