He'd never seen Qiao An so helpless, so broken. But this silly girl hid her emotions so well when she was so sad. He almost believed her.
Qiao An quickly wiped away her tears, then turned away in embarrassment, unable to look at him.
Huo Xiaoran suddenly smiled. "You can't bear to part with me?"
He opened the wound easily, and Qiao An stopped pretending. Her almond-shaped eyes widened as she glared at him. "Do you feel very happy? There's a silly woman who loves you with all her heart!"
Huo Xiaoran pouted. "Yes, but you can be more silly."
He supposed that Qiao An was too proud. She clearly loved him, but she was too restrained. In the eyes of the secular world, her love was too predictable.
She valued the word etiquette too much. So her love was cautious. And because she was careful, he, who was careless, could not feel her love.
