Self-satisfaction

Zhao Youyue spoke in a monotone. There were neither ups and downs nor any gentleness in her voice, akin to the typical voice of a supporting character. It was somewhat special to hear such a voice in reality as no one would speak in such a monotone.

Han Leng was relaxing his spirit by closing his eyes until he heard a familiar voice. Opening his eyes instinctively, he saw an emotionless Zhao Youyue, who was emitting a peculiar aura. He was astounded… was this person really Zhao Youyue? In his memories, she was a gentle and elegant missy who kept smiling.