"So, you also think I'm not normal?" Xiang Yimo's voice sounded truly despondent.
Zhong Lingling thought that Xiang Yimo probably realized the special nature of his physique when they encountered the bandits that day. He was likely having an even harder time accepting the truth than Zhong Lingling was.
No one wants to be an abnormality; everyone wants to be normal.
"What does it mean to be normal? Like me?" Zhong Lingling released Xiang Yimo's body and pointed to her own arm.
An hour or two had passed, and the scraped area on Zhong Lingling's arm was still covered with fresh blood.
And it still hurt so much.
Xiang Yimo stared at the wound on Zhong Lingling's arm, paused for a moment, looked up, and those burning eyes seemed like they could ignite Zhong Lingling's heart. Her heart once again beat abnormally fast. "You're really not afraid of me?"
Xiang Yimo's voice became much gentler.