Si Lisao smiled faintly. Though he disdained studying women, it didn't mean he was ignorant of human nature. His smile was exceptionally faint as he said, "So, you mean to say you are my ideal match?"
That shallow, cold laugh gave the impression of someone looking down with disdain, as if mocking Bai Qingshui for her presumptuousness.
Bai Qingshui could feel how uncomfortable Si Lisao's cold laugh made her.
Her heart ached terribly, overwhelmed by the pain of not obtaining Si Lisao's affection. Her voice choked, "W-what's wrong with me?"
She had tried so hard to win Si Lisao's attention. For him, she had forsaken her own appearance and learned all sorts of things Bai Jiusi was adept at. Many of these things were not her actual interests or hobbies; in fact, she had no interest in them at all. But to draw Si Lisao's gaze, she would strive to learn them and excelled in doing so.
