In this world, everyone wears a mask. Who can truly reveal their real nature? Sometimes, things are just hidden out of necessity.
'Although I think my relationship with Shen Yunjiao is pretty good,' Zhao Zuo thought, 'it's clearly not enough for her to drop the facade and show her true self. It's probably a way of protecting herself.'
The sky gradually darkened, blanketed by ominous clouds. The air grew colder, and before long, snowflakes began to drift down. To think it would snow again so close to the end of the second month.
Zhao Zuo found a chair and sat down less than a meter away from Shen Yunjiao. Amidst her faint, almost imperceptible fragrance, his keen sense of smell detected the tang of blood.
"You're injured?"
"It's nothing serious, just an old wound," Shen Yunjiao replied.
Clearly, Shen Yunjiao had no intention of elaborating, and she quickly changed the subject.
"Your Cultivation doesn't seem to have changed?"
