She saw the flicker in his eyes, like that of a wounded beast, all its sharpness retracted, leaving only sorrow.
Such a sight of him tugged at her heart, filled her with fear. A voice in her head reminded her: He was angry, he was upset.
"Da Luoluo... That's not what I meant..." She tugged at his sleeve with a tender, coquettish voice.
She thought he would give in as before, and then nibble on her as an end to their troubles. But this time, he stared at her persistently, as if waiting for a result.
"Gu Xiaoer, you really think too highly of yourself!" From the moment she acknowledged his identity to her current indifference, he had done so much, yet he still couldn't take root in her heart.
"You should rest well." Han Luoli closed his eyes, refusing to look at that pitiful little figure any longer, and turned to leave.
The empty room was left with only the "clang" of the closing door, echoing repeatedly.
He had left, he really had gone.
