She was still a bit softhearted, which is why she found herself here as if possessed, asking him, "Xie Shang, do you have any wishes?"
"Why are you asking all of a sudden?"
Wen Changling didn't tell the truth, "Because I'm in a good mood."
Xie Shang looked at her.
It wasn't that she was in a good mood, a Wen Changling in a good mood didn't have that expression. When she was truly happy, her brows would be relaxed, and her tone would be very different, much more cheerful.
The current Wen Changling was more like the witch of the forest, who before feeding a starving traveler an apple, would ask him gently, "Do you have any wishes?"
"Do you have any wishes?" She closed the door of the room, "But you can only make ones I can fulfill right now."
The witch's apples couldn't be eaten recklessly; it would result in having one's heart gouged out.
But the witch was Wen Changling.
"Can you love me?"
No.
