Zhao Changhe was really fooled, his heart bursting with joy.
He did have a fondness for Miss Winged Fire Snake, but her manner was hot and cold. Sometimes, he felt her fondness in return, shrouded in ambiguity, yet upon closer inspection it was just a faint detachment. It was as if she operated on a higher plane, merely playing a game with him.
Was this one of life's great illusions? He didn't know.
He thought back to the days in Sword Lake City, running hand in hand with Miss Winged Fire Snake through the misty alleys, she seemed happy then.
But after arriving in the Capital, things felt awkward. It was as though after shedding one mask, she had put on another.
Yet now, the mighty Xuanwu was seriously saying she liked him!
Zhao Changhe nearly shouted "Yay" and clenched his fist; even his motion of pouring wine for San Niang became sycophantic, "But her identity…"
