But Chen Xiaolan is different. In her eyes, Meng Zifei cannot see the love that a normal woman would have for a man.
Because there's no love, this kind of 'acceptance' different from Shang Ying's seems precious.
Even when she looks at his utmost embarrassment, the look of pity inadvertently revealed, the expected disgust and repulsion.
It made Meng Zifei feel that even so, it wasn't as hard to accept as imagined.
Even... there was a vague sense of a strange pleasure.
This kind of pleasurable feeling made him think that if it were this person before him, he would be willing to let her gradually see everything about him.
Those are the sides even Shang Ying hasn't seen, the dark, sinister, eerie, selfish side, unknown to anyone, cold to the bone.
Slowly, gently guiding her, shedding his refined and polite façade.
Chen Xiaolan, pure-hearted and innocent, entirely unaware of the subtle undercurrents beneath Meng Zifei's obscure gaze, only feeling utterly exhausted:
