Duobao shook his head.
It naturally wasn't like that.
Moreover, during the days he followed Xie Zhinuan, he realized that her changes were greater than he had imagined; he almost couldn't remember what the old Xie Zhinuan had been like—what kind of person she was.
Whether it was Martial Arts or medical skills, both were beyond his expectations—sophisticated, exquisite, and she, as a person, was always as gentle as a mild breeze and soft rain, outwardly easy to get along with.
But actually, it wasn't like that; she used her gentleness to keep all that she didn't care about or couldn't control at bay.
Because she didn't care, she wouldn't mind what kind of person you were.
Just like with him, because she didn't care, no matter what he was like, she was indifferent.
Not close, but not distant either.
He actually already knew he was terribly wrong.
He wanted to explain to his brother, but he was bad with words and didn't know how to say it.