Perhaps she had realized it by then but had simply prevented herself from thinking too much into it.
As long as she didn't think about it, she could pretend it never happened…
At the thought of this, Zuo Yiyi lowered her head, and a smudge of grief crossed her gaze.
Zhuang Nainai continued, "Zuo Yiyi, have you ever thought about it? That you're not actually this cold and unfeeling, it's just that your liking of him has made you become like him."
Not cold and unfeeling?
Zuo Yiyi froze again. All of a sudden, she thought of how everyone had praised her for being cute and how her mother had always talked of how smiley, haughty, and active she had been as a child.
But now?
When had she learned to become cold like him — as if that was a way to bring her closer to him?
Stunned for a few moments, Zuo Yiyi suddenly realized how laughable she was.