Xia Xiaonuan also looked at him, actually she also wanted to find the answer...
However, only heaven knows the answer, in the face of fate, they are merely puppets in the hand of a child.
"Crash—!" She loosened her grip, and the fruit knife in her hand fell to the floor.
Tears burst from her eyes, she couldn't see the man in front of her clearly, she just shook her head.
"Nangong Yaoling, don't force me..."
"Force you?" Nangong Yaoling caught her hand: "Xiaonuan, you say I force you? Mingming it's you forcing me, isn't it? What more do you want me to do? Do I really have to die in front of you for you to believe in my genuine feelings for you?"
Xia Xiaonuan felt a headache, her heart trembled repeatedly, she felt like an ice sculpture before Nangong Yaoling's scorching gaze, before his fiery passion, she could melt at any moment, turn into a puddle and disappear.
