She even began to delude herself into thinking that the Su Qing from the novel and the real one were two different people.
After all, he had always seemed so frail, harmless, and innocent before.
As time went on, she couldn't help but fall under the illusion that this was just who he was.
Now, in a daze, she realized that this man didn't intend to kill her. Instead, all that acting—day after day, as pure and harmless as a camellia blossom—was all because he had designs on her.
And worse, now that she wanted to end things, it seemed she couldn't.
As Su Qing listened to her, his eyelashes trembled. Su Ye had clamped her hand firmly over his lips, terrified he would say something even more insane and obsessive.
Seeing him remain silent, Su Ye released her hand.
She waited for him to speak.
