Bab 227: No Next Time

Unfortunately, it was still a distant hope.

Her calmness reflected his embarrassment, and Quan Hanting felt a suffocating sensation in his chest. An inexpressible bitterness seeped into him like ink dropped into water, spreading instantly.

Though they were so close that their breaths could mingle, an invisible chasm seemed to separate them, like a vast trench dividing them.

On his end, he harbored faint expectations, while on her end, she watched coldly.

Sixth Lord's heart was cold, but her warmth was irresistible, carrying the unique fragrance of a young girl, making him unwilling to let go.

He cautiously probed, but as expected, received no response.

In fact, he had grown accustomed to this coldness over time, and Quan Hanting found some amusement in his suffering.

Shen Wan remained calm throughout, her black eyes clear.