But when looking at her, his gaze was always cold.
Even at the very last step, she couldn't see desire in his eyes, no impulse, no burning light. What she saw was only the helplessness of "being forced to act," and some inexplicable regret, along with a strange struggle and conflict.
Helpless about what? Regretting what? Conflicted over what?
Is it helplessness about her bad personality? Regret over her lousy skills? Conflict over her pretentiousness beneath which lies awkwardness?
Thinking of this, Minmin's hands unconsciously clenched into fists.
She couldn't understand and didn't want to think about it anymore.
That intense gaze didn't exist, and so be it.
She didn't need it.
She had her own goals, her own missions...
"Sister." Yin Zhi'en's voice came from beside her.
"Don't call me sister." Minmin furrowed her brow, speaking coldly.
"Oh." Yin Zhi'en fell silent, feeling the aura around her wasn't right, as if she was about to freeze the ground around them.
