Li Jiujiu had believed that such an assertion would bring forth the fascinating sight of the young man's painful struggle and awkward distress.
Human hearts are unpredictable; only in the face of death can one see the true darkness.
And Ning Feiyan loved to dig out such darkness with her own hands.
Baili An slowly raised his distinctly black and white brows, no longer the profound coldness of earlier. His eyes were incredibly clear; at a glance, all one could see was simplicity in the contrast of black and white.
He didn't speak, but the answer was already written in his eyes.
In this world, the human heart isn't that complicated.
There is only wanting or not wanting, willing or unwilling.
