Yan Yu finished shouting, and Ben Shaming was taken aback.
The same confusion, hadn't he also felt it?
But to ask himself honestly, he couldn't be as candid as Yan Jian to say it aloud.
Perhaps it's due to his personality, or perhaps it's the habit of his profession as an assassin, making him accustomed to hiding and not speaking out.
Yet, because she was so straightforward in saying it, the original subtleties vanished in an instant, leaving only the direct openness.
He frowned, inexplicably feeling resented.
– He didn't know since when he preferred the subtle wordlessness with her; he didn't like things being laid so bare!
Some things, once they are courageously exposed, mean they will no longer be in that subtle state.
In her heart, maybe it's exactly like this, right? She didn't feel the subtlety, so she had the courage to open up—perhaps the subtlety belonged only to him.
