"I've been pretending for twenty years, it's not that easy to change. I don't even know which me is the real one anymore; perhaps I've grown accustomed to the facade." Mi Lu lowered her eyelashes, her thoughts unreadable.
An overwhelming sadness enveloped her whole body.
"Isn't it tiring to live like this?" Haoxuan's gaze lingered on Mi Lu's face for a second before diverting his eyes.
Isn't it exhausting to live like this? Only two people had ever asked her this -- one was Luo Qingli and the other was Shen Haoxuan.
"I don't know, how could a machine know whether it's tired or not?" I am just a machine, born to be nurtured into a tool for family alliances.
"Even machines rust and run out of fuel one day," Haoxuan retorted, not usually the type to meddle in others' affairs, well, unless the other was a beautiful woman!
