Every time she thought about the possibility of being someone else's substitute, Mu Yan's heart felt suffocated.
Could it be that he never really liked her, seeing her as someone else from beginning to end?
She sniffed, feeling overwhelmingly sad.
Seeing Mu Yan about to cry again, Jiang Jingheng's heart was in turmoil.
He set the ice pack aside and pulled her into his arms.
Mu Yan struggled, "I don't want you to hold me."
Jiang Jingheng wrapped his arms tightly around her, refusing to let go even a little.
He whispered, "If you don't want me to hold you, then who do you want, hmm?"
"Anyone can hold me, just not you!" Mu Yan intentionally retorted in anger.
"Not allowed!" A fierce glint flashed in Jiang Jingheng's eyes.
His voice was raised, and Mu Yan was startled by his shout, then tears uncontrollably started rolling down.
She suddenly choked up, looking at him accusingly, "What am I to you, really?"
