The living room was brightly lit, and from the balcony, one could see the vibrant roses in the garden below. Their fragrance filled the air, swaying gently with the beaded curtains, creating a romantic atmosphere.
Kaka, dressed in a white casual suit, was gentle and handsome, like a piece of natural jade. His perfect features were as if meticulously drawn by the most beautiful portrait painter, and his brows held a serene and far-reaching wisdom. This Kaka was both familiar and unfamiliar to him. From childhood to adulthood, he had only seen this side of him, almost never another, always giving the impression that Kaka was a robot.
It felt unreal.
Even when asked such a pointed question, Kaka showed no emotional fluctuation. Aside from Wushuang, probably no one else could evoke any other emotion in him. So why, then, did he refuse to accept Wushuang?
He preferred to believe that Kaka had something to hide.
