Mo Ran's eyes welled up with tears, and she tried hard to keep them from falling.
The swing suddenly started to move, and she turned her head in confusion. First, she saw a slender, clean hand gripping the chain, then the handsome face of Fujiwara Ize.
He smiled contentedly, "Ran, you look really good today."
Mo Ran got off the swing and said coldly, "If you never appeared in front of me again, I would look much better every day."
Fujiwara Ize's hand clenched tightly, but he didn't turn to look at her.
"Do you really hate me that much? Everything I've done is because I like you, because I want you. Is that really a crime?"
Ha, Mo Ran laughed coldly to herself.
She didn't respond to him and walked forward. She had just taken a step when he suddenly grabbed her wrist and forcefully pulled her back.
Mo Ran crashed into his chest, immediately flaring up with fury and shame, "Let go of me!"
Fujiwara Ize tightly held her waist with one hand, preventing her from escaping.
