At this moment, the words fell into Hua Xiaomo's ears, and a strange feeling seeped through Zi Yunsui's heart. She didn't know why, but she did not feel entirely repulsed.
"How would I dare? I don't even have enough time to love you…" The words slipped out, trembling and uncertain, yet on Zi Yunsui's clear, handsome face there was, in this moment, an imprint of sincerity. Deep inside, there was even a faint stir of emotion! Those clear, luminous eyes met that pair of penetrating, intelligent ones, and seeing Hua Xiaomo's gentle, elegant smile—a smile as radiant as orchids at dawn—brushed softly across the canyon of her heart.
She didn't know why, but this wasn't something feigned. In this instant, had she really been moved? Could she truly forget her hatred for this woman? That hatred of the past, those former wounds… once had made her heart-rendingly, bone-deep pained; her cruelty, her mercilessness had chilled him to the marrow, left him utterly broken…
