He had trapped himself in a cocoon.
He was unwilling to break free.
What he thought was just an insignificant chess piece had, at some point, become the master of his soul?
Rong Zhi lowered his head, unable to stop himself from laughing mockingly.
He thought he could control her, he thought he had imprisoned her, but who could have imagined the true captive was him?
Neither body nor mind was under his control, and terrifyingly, he found it sweet.
Rong Zhi raised his face again, then laughed. Normally, his complex and restrained nature was hard to fathom, his emotions rarely reflected on his face; however, at this moment, he smiled genuinely, perhaps for the first time.
It was a smile of release and acceptance, of definitive surrender, like a magnificent gemstone not found on earth, shining with unparalleled brilliance right before shattering.
