"It doesn't hurt. I'm just a country bumpkin with thick skin—a few pricks are nothing."
Shi Yi’s smile was incredibly infectious, especially those straight, pearly white teeth. Whenever he chose to be gentle, he could effortlessly reach the deepest parts of Wang Zhijiao's heart. Wang Zhijiao felt the warmth radiating from him, like the morning sun in May or a gentle, unhurried breeze. It warmed her from the inside out, and the iceberg in her eyes finally began to shatter. A deepening sense of guilt welled up within her.
"Mm-hmm."
Chapter 57