She held her breath in anticipation, her eyes unblinking as she watched.
Time seemed to pass for a very long time, yet also felt like just a second later, the man's thin lips slightly parted, slowly uttering words.
"Are you sure, this one sentence is enough for you?"
Bo Siyan's dark eyes seemed to be veiled with a thin mist, making them difficult to read, his voice as light as if it was drifting from afar.
Is this one sentence really enough…
Ai Lin nodded without hesitation, "Yes, I just need this sentence."
The man smiled, the curve of his lips was faint and indifferent. He mercilessly punctured her illusion, "No, it will not be enough. You ask for this one line, then you will want the next, and then you will start to have expectations, to harbor hopes, to desire more. When you can't get it, it will hurt, and when it hurts, you will want to insist, and in the end... you will still trap yourself in a vicious cycle, unable to turn back."
"No... it's not like that... ."
