Shen Yue didn't seem to realize he was in danger. As he followed Ya Wei through Dark Street, he recalled the time they both sat on a beach.
The sea, at times calm, was always profoundly unpredictable.
At that time Ya Wei was just like the tranquil sea, no one knew what she was hiding in her heart.
Trust in itself is a challenging thing to maintain, for the trust which was once so easily given, has unwittingly been altered by worldly ways.
Is it a human problem, or is it just the nature of society?
Ya Wei walked purposefully ahead, as chilly as an iceberg, her strides impeccably regimented, as though she had undergone strict military training.
From Shen Yue's perspective, even those who had been soldiers for many years, even Colonel Liszt, did not have Ya Wei's walking posture.
What had the Ya Wei of the underworld been through that had given her such a cold demeanor?
Shen Yue thought about the experiences of Ya Wei's counterpart in his world and frowned to himself.