Lin An of course knew that Miao Miao was Chen Xinmi, but Chen Xinmi wasn't all Miao Miao.
It was a bit like a person who had developed a second personality, and Lin An had fallen for Chen Xinmi's alternate personality.
Although this metaphor wasn't quite appropriate, the feeling was broadly similar.
Now, as Lin An looked at Miao Miao again, he had a unique sense of wholeness.
Not so extreme, yes, it was magical—wizards always had various extreme emotions, just like Miao Miao always seemed a bit restless.
Chen Xinmi, on the other hand, was overly cool and detached.
But this coolness and restlessness weren't opposing forces—she conveyed a feeling of 'coolness with a contained restlessness,' extremely unique.
Like a bud-laden red rose with thorns.
And the Chen Xinmi before him now had a kind of blooming beauty; she was both cool and restless, with a uniquely frigid passion.
"You..."
Lin An paused for a moment, then asked hesitantly, "devoured Chen Xinmi?"
