Shen Zhiyao smiled faintly. "I'm not uncomfortable. I'm not a difficult person to get along with. You don't have to be so careful around me."
Chen Yan asked tentatively, "So… you don't hate me, do you?"
Perhaps it was the sincerity in Chen Yan's expression that made Shen Zhiyao let down all her guard. "That's right," she replied.
A huge smile spread across his lips, making him look like a naive young man who had never seen the world, descending from the mountains for the first time.
Shen Zhiyao patted him lightly on the shoulder and said, "Get some rest. Good night."
Then, she ducked into her tent and began to cultivate.
He stared at her tent, his face filled with infatuation. 'Not hating me means she likes me. Liking me means she loves me. Loving me means she's madly in love with me. Being madly in love with me means I'm the only one for her. And if I'm the only one for her, it means she can only love me for her entire life…'
