Qin Manman was indeed behaving obediently, dutifully, and graciously as his wife—dedicated, meticulous, and attentive.
On the surface, it was identical to the "past" Muo Huangnian had wanted, and even more refined, more proficient than before.
But the insignificant difference lay in this... she was overly obedient, almost... infinitely close to being a robot without a heart, without a soul.
Mechanical, vacant, silent, her heart like dead water.
If he felt hungry, she would immediately cook a meal or make noodles;
If he felt thirsty, she would promptly bring water, prepare milk, or brew tea;
If he wanted to do something, wanted to hold her, kiss her, or have her accompany him somewhere, she would comply, ever ready to respond.
But what she brought was merely her physical presence. Her body might be in his arms, but her gaze was always hollow, unfocused, a void that seemed ready to dissipate into thin air at any moment.
