Nuanyu never replied, but the Seraphim wouldn't give up; he seemed determined to get to the bottom of something.
"I don't think I said anything wrong."
The Seraphim still watched Nuanyu's eyes intently. Averting gaze usually meant something was being hidden, Nuanyu didn't look away, but her eyes clouded with a mist.
It was like a clear ocean suddenly enshrouded in a fog that made it impenetrable—a common harbinger of an approaching storm.
"Although to others we might seem familiar, even partners in cooperation, in reality, we are not well-acquainted," said the Seraphim slowly.
Nuanyu smiled, "I'm not close with anyone. Because I know, even if you are proficient in thought detection, it's very hard to truly understand what someone else is thinking."
