She left after stabbing him once.
When they meet again, should it not be with great hostility, even if not with red eyes?
But Bo Yanching treated her the same as before, as if nothing had happened.
Nan Jiaojiao even had an illusion.
As long as she nodded, Bo Yanching would eagerly welcome her back.
Thinking of this, she didn't know if she felt nostalgic or melancholy, and sighed softly.
He happened to hear it.
"What's wrong?"
Nan Jiaojiao's hand trembled. The lighting was dim, so the lights from inside the villa overshadowed the garden light. He stood precisely in a backlit angle, his eyebrows and eyes hidden in the darkness. He tilted his head, with the light falling on his softly contoured jawline and neck. His shirt was buttoned up to the top without a tie.
Every time he swallowed, Nan Jiaojiao could see it clearly.
He never used to be like this.
Now, he's wrapped up tightly.
As if preserving his chastity for someone.
