"Zhuge Yue?" she whispered as time passed slowly. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," he replied with a calm voice. In the few years that they had not seen each other, the arrogant man had seemed to grow up. An occasional cold look flashed across his eyes, which resembled the vicissitudes of life that he had been through. His voice was peaceful, yet sounded cold. His emotions were indiscernible to other people.
"Xing'er, you have suffered," the man suddenly said.
Chu Qiao raised her eyebrows in suspicion as she replied, "What are you saying?"
"Whatever I owe you," Zhuge Yue smiled, patted her face, and continued, "I will make it up to you in future."
"Zhuge Yue, what's wrong with you?"
Chu Qiao was a little nervous as she tugged at Zhuge Yue's sleeve. She looked up and remarked, "I didn't suffer. I was willing to."
