She shouldn't have been afraid of Di Mingzhe, yet for some reason, she was. Perhaps it was because the man seemed so distant.
You could be right next to him, face to face, looking him straight in the eye, yet you could never truly see into his depths, because his gaze was always guarded.
You might be engaged in friendly laughter and conversation with him, with him reciprocating your friendly demeanor and even responding with a smile, yet you would still feel a distance between you.
He would never say anything to bridge the emotional gap, nor would his emotions ever bring him closer to you.
Most of the time, he was like the calm lake in the mirror; even when it was windy, its surface would never ripple.
This type of person seemed to be devoid of sentiment, desire, and even emotion.
So she was scared of him, or perhaps she often tried to please him, but with his lack of emotional fluctuation, sometimes she didn't know how to.
