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Shen Xuanzhi stared intently at her brows and eyes.
He had seen countless sides of Huo Sijiao over the years, but she had always been proud.
Even when he had spoken such harsh words, she could still maintain that air of arrogance.
But now.
The lighting was dim, the night cold and indifferent.
Her eyelashes trembled lightly, and her voice carried a trace of guarded caution. She no longer resembled the radiant and aloof lady she usually was.
Shen Xuanzhi felt a dull ache in his chest, as if several clumps of cotton were clogging it.
"Go ahead."
Huo Sijiao's voice quivered: "Shen Xuanzhi, were the words you said about hating me true?"
It was the first time in her life she had heard such blatant disdain from someone she liked.
She pretended not to care, but the memory always haunted her during quiet nights.
She had to ask again.
"Shen Xuanzhi, was that truly how you felt?"
