Her hair was slightly disheveled, her expression very distressed.
The distress of a cold and beautiful woman is a rare hormone, rarely seen under normal circumstances, but once seen, it triggers a man's violent impulses.
However, Han Lie's gaze remained calm. He glanced at her casually and completed the second half of his sentence aloud.
"...Not interested."
Yan Shuang clenched her fists, biting her lower lip tightly, trying hard to control the tears in her eyes.
To be tossed away as a gift by the man she loved most, without hesitation and without compassion, like giving away a toy.
Moreover, it's a toy that's not particularly valuable.
Then the giftee discarded it like an old shoe, without a sign of disdain on their face, but every action screamed "I don't care, what a worthless thing"...
To her, this is a near catastrophic blow.
