He would have never ended their communication so decisively in the past. He used to find all sorts of awkward topics to chat with her about, always reluctant to part, even when it was time to sleep.
'How did it come to this?'
Shen Yunjiao's fists tightened slightly, the blue of her veins becoming visible beneath her fair skin. As memories of the past surfaced one by one, she had to admit that she had fallen for Zhao Zuo...
It happened the day he heroically saved her, the day he willingly gave up the inheritance, and every time he had chosen not to abandon her.
'He must have met someone he likes in the sect,' Shen Yunjiao thought. A sudden, intense feeling of emptiness washed over her, as if she'd plummeted from a high cliff to the abyss below.
"But I was here first," Shen Yunjiao whispered.
But soon, a smile reappeared on her face, as if she'd suddenly seen love for what it was.
'This is for the best.'
