Ariana looked at him calmly, and her rosy lips moved slightly as she spoke.

"You loved your mother very much, right?"

“Maybe.” Theodore's response was brief, his tone brisk and aloof, and his eyes exuding indifference. Perhaps it had been so long since he had become accustomed to being alone that he had already become numb. Whether it was his mother or his past, these had all become a long-past memory to him. He could reminiscence these memories, but they could never arouse an emotional response from him.

Ariana, on the other hand, was an exception to him. She was one of the few aspects of his life he cared about the most.

“can you tell me something about your childhood?" Ariana couldn't help but feel curious about what made Theodore so cold and indifferent. He told her he couldn't understand love, and she had wrongly assumed he only meant love between women and men.