Chi Cheng pressed An Ran's shoulders, forcibly pinning her against the wall, his smile gentle, but his words brooked no argument, "So, you'd better not make me angry."
An Ran was like an uncut jade, pure and flawless; whatever you sculpt her into, that's what she becomes.
But now, these words were so realistic and cruel, pushing her emotions to the brink of explosion.
For the first time, An Ran confronted Chi Cheng head-on.
Having just been pressed back onto the bed, she immediately sat up again, "I want to go back to City B."
Chi Cheng stood on the bed, looking down from this angle, only his steadfast jaw visible, "So, are you ignoring what I said?"
"I'm definitely going back." An Ran took a deep breath, refusing to back down, "So what if I make you angry? In the end, it's just a life, right? If you want it, you can have it."
Chi Cheng pinched her chin, looking into An Ran's originally shy and innocent eyes, which were gradually tainted with aggrieved hatred.
Hatred…
