As Wen Zao finished speaking, his whole demeanor changed to one of unrivaled serenity, as if without grievances or regrets.
Han Luoqi thought she knew Wen Zao well enough. She had seen his arrogance, his commanding presence, his coldness, his indifference, his disdain, even his heartless and cruel side, yet she had never seen him so gentle.
It was as if a block of millennial ice suddenly melted in an instant, transforming into a pond with cheerful ripples of spring water.
Han Luoqi's heart tightened into a knot; she knew that nothing she said would make any difference now.
But she would not concede so easily. After sharing life and death for over ten years, she couldn't believe that Wen Zao had no feelings for her whatsoever.
"Zao..."
Just as Han Luoqi was about to say something, Wen Zao suddenly stood up from the sofa, his deep eyes sharp enough to seemingly see right through her.
