Their lips parted. Zhao'er's eyes showed no trace of anger; instead, she gazed at you serenely, bearing no extreme reaction whatsoever.
Zhao'er smiled without saying a word, but all this felt like needles piercing Eastern Cloud Dragon's heart as he watched.
His feelings for Zhao'er were evident to all, yet she remained distant, elusively aloof. She was like a fairy untouched by the mortal world. In reality, she wore and used nothing but the most inexpensive and simple things. Even though Eastern Cloud Dragon had given her immense savings, she only withdrew the interest, and most of the money was sent to her parents, who were both disabled and lived in a slum.
What left Eastern Cloud Dragon both furious and bitter was that after knowing Zhao'er for three years, he still hadn't even held her hand. Even during mountain hikes, if he tried to hold her hand, she would skillfully avoid it every single time.
