"Can you please stop making yourself miserable?"
Cui Lingyao wrapped her arms around his waist. "I admit I've lied to you about a lot of things," she said, her voice muffled, "but I'm really not lying about this."
It was starting to dawn on her, too.
Three years. Not three months.
For more than a thousand days, she had been surrounded by countless suitors, many of them outstanding and talented young men.
While most were put off by her cold demeanor, a persistent few remained.
And yet, without consciously saving herself for anyone, she hadn't given a single one of them a second glance.
Her classmates were all enjoying their youth, falling in and out of love, but she hadn't been swayed in the slightest by the restless hormones in the air. She had lived like an ascetic Cultivator.
'Why?'
The answer was painfully obvious.
Three years ago, she had made a clean break, not daring to think about anything.
She had been so ruthless, she'd even managed to deceive herself.
But…
