The next day, Jiang Nan came back.
Looking at her long-lost lover, Jin Ningxin could hear her own heart pounding wildly.
Her trembling hand gently reached to caress his face.
Before her hand could touch him, he turned his head away to dodge her.
Jin Ningxin froze for a moment, then suddenly laughed. "Jiang Nan, we're about to get engaged. We'll be husband and wife in the future. What's the point of you doing this now?"
He was just trying to disgust her a little.
But in reality?
What could it possibly change?
They had already slept together long ago; the engagement was just going through the motions.
Jiang Nan stared at her coldly and let out a derisive laugh. That scornful look in his eyes and that mocking sound, invisible yet real, wrapped around her like a net, trapping her so she couldn't break free.
"Jiang Nan, am I wrong?"
