Shi Yi's gaze met Chuzheng's, the river wind passing between them, sweeping the wild grass on the shore.
Does he like her?
He does.
Otherwise, he wouldn't care so much about her, wouldn't have those thoughts he shouldn't have.
Shi Yi released one hand holding the sword, placing it on the back of Chuzheng's hand: "Miss Yann, do you really not mind what kind of person I am?"
A person like him...
She doesn't understand at all.
In his heart lives a demon even he doesn't understand, growing recklessly in the dead of night.
The people around her should have clean minds and backgrounds.
Not someone like him...
"Hmm. I don't mind." Chuzheng nodded seriously.
Shi Yi's eyes changed slightly, feeling his throat tighten: "Then... what if I want to kill you?"
"Why would you want to kill me?" Did I do something wrong? You want to kill me!
"Miss Yann, I'm just asking if."
Chuzheng fell silent: "Then I..." might as well let you kill me.
