She bowed her head, the streetscape outside the window swiftly receding, her emotions rising and falling in tandem.
She reflected later on why Qin Zhigu chose Cai Yiren. Cai Yiren was not as pretty as her, lacked her talent, and was not her match in birth and temperament.
But one thing was clear, Cai Yiren was pitifully charming, gentle and considerate, effortlessly eliciting a man's protective desires—nowadays, this has a specific term: a white lotus.
Yet, the proud and wilful Miss Bai, for example when it came to watching movies, insisted on making Qin Zhigu capitulate to her preferences, regardless of the frequency. If it were Cai Yiren, she would undoubtedly opt for what interested Qin Zhigu more, cheerfully accompanying him.
When her feelings for Qin Zhigu were intense, she wouldn't feel it, but once their relationship started to cool, this disparity gradually widened.