For the past several minutes, Ronglin had remained in that state, his gaze fixed on Mei Terumi as it continuously swept over her, as though he intended to see through every last thing about her.
Sometimes, looking at a beautiful woman was like admiring scenery. The difference was that beautiful scenery could make one's heart itch—itch unbearably.
"Before I knew it, you've already been in Konoha for so many years. Even now, I still remember how nervous and uneasy you were when you first arrived."
Ronglin suddenly spoke, causing the already uncomfortable Mei Terumi to freeze on the spot.
As she stood there in a daze, Mei Terumi could not help recalling that time. Ronglin had still been nothing more than a brat back then, while she herself had only been fifteen. In the blink of an eye, she was nearly thirty.
The most beautiful years of a woman's life were almost gone. Thinking of this, Mei Terumi felt somewhat sentimental, but also helpless and frustrated.
If she had been an ordinary person, Mei Terumi might have been able to live the life she wanted. But she could not.
In other words, even if Mei Terumi held a high status elsewhere, it would not have mattered. But in Konoha, it was different—all because of the man before her.
Many men in the village had feelings for her; Mei Terumi was certain of that. Moreover, she herself had a naturally seductive temperament and could always draw others' attention without even realizing it.
But because Ronglin was in Konoha, no man dared stare openly at her, let alone strike up a conversation or pursue her. That would be courting death.
Watching her precious youth slip away before her eyes, Mei Terumi could not help feeling regretful. But what she found most unbearable