But after her rebirth, she could see things much clearer, and could see his unchanging ruthlessness and coldness deep within his eyes.
She realized that, no matter whether this man got angry at her, smiled at her, or treated her tenderly, it was all a facade.
No one could enter the depths of his heart. He was a cold and heartless man, and she doubted if his heart had ever beaten for anyone.
Jian Yufei suddenly thought of that woman, Yan Yue.
He was very different towards that woman. His heart, she guessed, only ever let that one woman in.
She once dreamed of entering his heart, but not anymore. She faced the reality, and her passion and admiration for him had faded.
No matter how outstanding he was, she would no longer be moved by him.
Jian Yufei collected her thoughts, turned her head away from his face: "I plan to make a scarf for my grandfather, knitted by my own hands, what do you think?"
Ruan Tianling was taken aback, "You can knit scarves?"
She could do much more.
