"Previously, I was too presumptuous," Xiao Jinxing explained, "I thought..."
An Ning looked at him indifferently.
There seemed to be a smile on her lips, a faint smile, as if she couldn't even muster the strength to hate anymore.
It was so powerless.
So hopeless.
Xiao Jinxing lowered his eyes.
Forget it.
What could he say?
No matter what he said, An Ning would think he was lying to her.
To An Ning, indeed, he had never given her a sense of security.
Now, being so despised by her, was only natural.
He said, "You're drunk, go rest early."
After speaking, he turned around and left.
He no longer allowed himself any fantasies.
And his departure didn't cause An Ning any emotional fluctuation.
His unfinished words.
She wasn't interested.
She just watched Xiao Jinxing's back, tall and dignified, such a grand and slender figure, yet suddenly she felt loneliness and desolation.
She lay back on the bed.
