"No matter how perfect the grape, it doesn't change the fact that I hate them," Zhan Nanjue spoke, his eyes cold and detached after a momentary lapse.
A tear suddenly rolled down Ou Yimo's cheek.
Just a moment ago, she had witnessed the confrontation between Gong Shirao and Zhan Nanjue, feeling secretly pleased. They wouldn't end well, she thought.
But she didn't expect that she'd be sentenced so quickly by Zhan Nanjue.
In the past, only she could treat him like this. When did he ever dare to treat her this way!?
Memories resurfaced one by one, but their roles were now reversed.
Precisely because of this reversal, Ou Yimo couldn't accept leaving just like that.
How good was he to her before? This unfamiliar Zhan Nanjue would definitely return to the familiar person she knew.
He would be good to her again, making himself eat what he didn't like for her sake, loving everything she loved.
"I'll come see you again tomorrow," Ou Yimo said.
