I never thought you were that kind of person. I misjudged you.
I never should have invited Ruthless out of the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land. Then she wouldn't have had the chance to pick up the bad habits Shi Hao and Ye Fan brought with them.
Still, Meng Chuan could sense a subtle difference between the Ruthless of today and the Ruthless of before.
Ruthless certainly understood Meng Chuan—more deeply than even he had expected.
But he understood her too.
From the first time he met Ruthless until now, he had watched every change in her, all right? He hadn't missed a thing.
At first, Ruthless's heart had been like ice, like the empty void.
Barren and desolate, boundless yet devoid of color. Only in her past and her fantasies had there been a distant, untouchable glimmer of light.
That glimmer guided Ruthless forward. It had even kept her alive.
Back then, conversation was utterly unnecessary to Ruthless, something she would almost never initiate.
In the original story, Ye Fan had visited Ruthless near the end. Even with his special identity, they had exchanged only a few words.
Of course, part of that was because Ruthless had already confirmed that Ye Fan was not her brother. Grief had left her with little desire to speak.
But one glimpse through the tube was enough to see the leopard: the desolation in Ruthless's heart was plain.
Later, one visit became two, then three, then many more.
Meng Chuan visited Ruthless time and again. Back then, she probably hadn't particularly wanted to see him.
After all, as she saw it, meeting Meng Chuan served little purpose.
Some Heavenly Emperor. I barely know you. Stop trying to cozy up to me.
She wasn't used to speaking with outsiders, either. For more than a hundred