"That man of yours... he really has no distinguishing features."
"I think having a distinguishing feature is good, and you also agree that you don't need a reason to like someone. It's enough that I'm happy," Wushuang said with a laugh, casually running a hand through her long hair. "He makes me happy."
"And with... with me, aren't you happy?" Kaka asked, smiling once more. His tone was softer, his smile gentle—a tenderness reserved for one specific person.
"That's different," Wushuang said, squinting at the distant blue sea and sky, a hint of yearning in her eyes. "I want someone who will love me more than life itself. I want to find a man who will treat me the way Daddy treats Mommy."
It was that simple. If others couldn't give it, she would keep searching.
One day, she would find him.
She didn't believe that she, Mo Wushuang, wasn't worthy of a pure kind of love.
