Fu Jichen heard her words clearly, and his expression changed in an instant. Although the change was subtle, Shen Jianian still caught it, and her heart sank heavily, her eyes looking at him were complex and indescribable.
"Was it you?" Just three short words, Shen Jianian used up all her strength to say them.
After speaking, Shen Jianian tightly pursed her lips, not wanting to lose her composure, yet she still couldn't stop her lips from trembling.
"Who told you these things?" Fu Jichen grabbed her wrist, exerting a bit of force, stepping forward to lead her away from the noisy center, into a slightly quieter corner.
Here, the symphony's ensemble could still be heard, so cheerful, making her current expression appear even more sorrowful.
Shen Jianian tried her best to hold back, but ultimately couldn't control it, her eyes filled with moisture, her heart sank into the abyss and continued to fall, seemingly never reaching the ground.
Fu Jichen did not deny it.
