Michael fell silent, and his expression became pensive.

Had Joanna really felt the same way?

He had never really thought about it before. After all, the Joanna that he knew was always cold and merciless. He hardly ever saw her show emotion.

He couldn’t even remember seeing her cry or laugh. Maybe once, or maybe a few times, and that was it.

He didn’t know if he wanted to dwell on the subject. It felt too strange at the moment.

“I’ll keep trying,” he finally said. “I don’t want to keep being like this forever, either.”

She smiled at him. “That’s good to hear. How about the rest of your...