"Do you hate him?"

Gu Xijiu put her hands behind her head. She closed her eyes and said softly, "No. At the time when I killed him, I had settled all the hatred I had against him. I did not owe him and he did not owe me anymore."

Yes, she did not hate him, but she could no longer believe in love.

"Master, why you are suddenly reminiscing about him?" The Firmament Stone asked.