"You... have you ever been married?"
As Ji Huan asked this, she stared intently into the wanderer's eyes without blinking, afraid of missing even the slightest flicker.
'As for reading his micro-expressions, she'd already given up on that.'
The wanderer wasn't one to wear his emotions on his sleeve, and with his face full of scars, it was impossible to read him without being a mind reader.
Ji Huan could sense whether he was in a good or bad mood, but she always felt that was a "signal" he deliberately sent out. If he chose to remain as impassive as a wooden post, she would be completely helpless.
But this question was different. She cared deeply about the honesty of his answer. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul; if the wanderer lied, she was sure she could spot some telltale sign.
The wanderer looked at her, those two "windows" utterly devoid of any ripple. "I have never been married."
This was, without a doubt, the answer Ji Huan wanted.
