Moxun rested her chin on her hand and sighed, "Imperial Concubine, though I also dislike men, I think your guard is up too high."
Over the past dozen or so days, Shen Wei had been in a drug-induced coma, while Moxun secretly observed Li Yuanjing.
It was clear that Li Yuanjing truly loved Shen Wei.
But Shen Wei's attitude toward Li Yuanjing was nothing short of cold and ruthless. Moxun had never seen such a callous, calculating woman before.
Shen Wei wrapped herself in a thick shell of defense. She had never fully trusted anyone, viewing the world with suspicion like no one could ever reach her heart.
"Being defenseless only leads to a miserable end," Shen Wei murmured, the corners of her lips curling slightly.
Bright sunlight streamed in through the window.
The world was beautiful.
But Shen Wei did not belong to this world. Even if she stayed for years or decades, she would never truly be part of it.
She could never let her guard down in an unfamiliar place.
