The outer walls were a stark black, while the inner walls were pure white as snow.
"Hmm, smart."
Huo Zun curled his lips; besides Gu Mochen, he rarely revealed his true feelings in front of others.
Now, after expressing himself, he felt much better.
Hua Nuan: "..."
Although the man was smiling, there was an indescribable pain in his blue eyes.
He was hurt.
Licking his wounds.
Hua Nuan's gaze flickered slightly; she initially thought the man was like some kind of ghostly presence—aloof and untouchable, as if he didn't partake in the mundane world, sometimes even feeling that the man wasn't human, but a god.
No one she had ever seen was like Huo Zun, so domineering and arrogant.
Now, seeing the man like this, Hua Nuan's heart was filled with mixed feelings.
For the first time, she had a significant change in her perception of Huo Zun.
"Do you know why she committed suicide?"
