The sky was dim, and her skin, under this faint morning light, appeared exceptionally fair.
It was only then that Mo Shichen suddenly realized that what was hardest to reclaim wasn't that Wen Yi no longer loved him or even hated him, but that she had stopped thinking about these matters altogether. If she had to, she would habitually interpret it as yet another one of his tactics.
He was inherently unyielding, but he never relied solely on force; after capturing his prey and bringing it back to the den, he'd slowly dazzle them with kindness — that was very much his usual style.
In the past, she longed for him to say he loved her, but he never did.
Now, even if he said it again, she no longer believed him — it was unlikely she could believe him easily.