She turned to look at Ning Yang, her expression was one of wanting to cry with grievance, yet stubbornly refusing to shed tears.
Ning Yang looked at her, his heart suddenly stirred, and he slowly removed the coffee cup from her hand, placing it on the table, but he didn't let go of her hand. His voice was gentle, like a dragonfly skimming the water, "No matter what your past is like, I don't care. I only care about your present and future. I wasn't a part of your past, but I hope to be part of your present and future."
This was the most beautiful confession Jian Yanyan had ever heard, and she stood there in a daze.
Jiang Meilin was also taken aback and said, "Mr. Ning, are you crazy? This woman is no good, and you still want to be with her?"
"My affairs have nothing to do with you or any of you," Ning Yang said, holding Jian Yanyan's hand and walking out of the café.
