The moment An Ning sat down on the plane, she remembered what she had forgotten.
She forgot to tell Jiang Xia.
"I'm really not cut out to be a good partner. All I can say is, poor Jiang Xia."
Amused by her own thought, An Ning leaned back comfortably in her seat and pulled out her romance novel to continue reading.
The woman beside her, Zhao Xin, glanced at the dog-eared novel and asked curiously, "I'm curious, who's got you studying so hard?"
"Hm? What makes you think I don't just enjoy reading it for its own sake?"
Zhao Xin tossed her head confidently.
"Please. I've seen it all. With you... I can tell at a glance you're completely smitten."
"Really?"
An Ning didn't feel the least bit embarrassed. She snapped her book shut and started grilling Zhao Xin for relationship advice.
