"Zhu Yu, why is it that every time, you never throw yourself into my arms?"
They had spent more than just a few days together in this lifetime. Chen Yi had teased her, had shown her warmth, yet Zhou Yitang always seemed unresponsive, refusing to take that step forward.
Chen Yi saw her sitting there in utter silence and thought she wouldn't respond to him, so he turned to leave.
At that moment, the one-armed woman suddenly spoke, "Do you think that after severing the three corpses, I would still harbor desires for you?"
Though he had anticipated it, hearing her say it outright still caused Chen Yi to freeze for a brief moment.
Chen Yi could faintly feel—
It seemed… she still felt unwilling.
Chen Yi chuckled bitterly and said, "Is resigning yourself really impossible? It's not like I wouldn't treat you well."
He had hurt her before, and because of that, he held on to the hope for a slow, steady future, genuinely wanting to treat her with gentleness.
