Although he didn't know whether he felt guilty or something else towards her, it was undeniable that his feelings for Xiang Yun had indeed changed. At least when he was with her, he felt relaxed and happy; when he couldn't see her, he would get bored, restless... He missed her!
Missed her!
This thought startled him, his eyes as black as obsidian as he stared blankly at the bed canopy. Why did he have such thoughts? What was happening? Could it be that he had... fallen for her?
No way, he had always favored women who were uniquely graceful and untouched by worldly dust, like Wanqing – proficient and skilled in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting; whereas Xiang Yun was far from being untainted by worldly dust. She wasn't versed in literature, disregarded minor details, liked to laugh loudly, enjoyed playing pranks, and adored eating messily. Such a woman, he simply couldn't... like?
