Zaya scoffs as she hears you pour your heart out, a sweet confession of affection. Nevertheless, every last bit of sugar coated words only reduced to condemnation.

“Why do you insist on confessing when you know that I’ll never reciprocate your feelings back? Your words are sickening to me.” She said assertively, there was a cold, heartless gaze in her eyes.

You didn’t mean anything to her, no matter how much you expressed your love, will she ever reciprocate?