"Zhan Yunxiao, you're so domineering, aren't you afraid of pushing me to death?"
Xia Luo saw Zhan Yunxiao's harsh words and angrily responded in kind.
Zhan Yunxiao was taken aback, pushed her into the car, fastened her seatbelt, and looked at her.
"Xiaxia, I'm doing this for your own good."
He finally uttered that name, the two characters he thought he'd never say again in his life.
Ever since he met her, he called her Xia Luo, called her Luoluo, but never dared to call her Xiaxia.
As if he was afraid of triggering something that would make her remember all the past events.
But now, he couldn't resist calling out those two characters again.
His eyes looked deeply into hers, filled with pain and pleading.
"I don't need you to be good to me. I like Wen, and I'm going to marry him." Xia Luo, completely unaffected by his sadness, continued to speak words that hurt him coldly.
Zhan Yunxiao was too young.
