Luna would have said I was narrow-minded and not very generous, expressing her disappointment because my actions killed the vibe and showed a lack of trust.
Then she would have smashed the house and gone into a cold war with me, even deliberately meeting Fraser every day and letting me know.
When I groveled and begged for her forgiveness, she would condescend to question me, making me admit that I was possessive, demanding unconditional trust and obedience.
I was brainwashed severely. In situations like today, I would subconsciously question if I was overthinking.
But I firmly knew it wasn't my fault.
Perhaps our relationship was unequal from the very beginning.
In college, she was an extraordinarily pure campus belle, a goddess, while I was just a bookworm.
Countless people sent her flowers and tried to win her favor, declaring their love in various ways.
Even many rich kids from outside the school would flaunt their luxury cars at the school gate to vie for her attention. No matter how much they spent, Luna was never interested.
She said that love was pure and beautiful; it should not be tainted by any foul substances.