Ling Momo's eyes widened, her vacant gaze gradually sharpening as she stared at Li Qingshen, slowly coming back to her senses. It was only after a delayed realization that she thought about what Li Qingshen had actually said.
His words carried a serious tone of contempt.
Though she had never imagined that Li Qingshen would care or worry about her, just now she had seen something, prompting her to blurt out, even doubting her own perceptions. Yet, when his direct mockery confronted her, she felt a vague sense of loss deep down.
More importantly, it hurt.
She admitted he was outstanding, perfect, and she acknowledged she was not his equal. She never even considered what might be between them, but his blunt exposure of the facts still wounded her pride.
Ling Momo bit her lower lip, a hint of hurt and dimness flashing in her eyes.
