And in this moment,
she felt like she had never truly known him.
The flash of coldness and cruelty in his eyes sent her heart plummeting to the abyss.
"Master Zhang, why aren't you speaking?"
With his hands gripping the sides of his wheelchair, Zhang Zhongkai gently rubbed the armrests, polished smooth by his touch, suddenly cracked a small smile, erasing the grief and discomfort he had just shown. He relaxed again, transforming back into the ethereal Master Zhang.
Yet, his smile made Zhan Se's skin crawl.
"Se Se, you're always so smart... Tell me, how did you think of me?"
