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Jiang Shuya's words were cold and unfamiliar, as if they had drawn a line and placed Huo Jingfeng among strangers.
That direct "Who are you?" pierced Huo Jingfeng's heart. He stood there, dumbfounded, looking at Jiang Shuya's averted face, her elegant profile etched into his pupils.
He was shocked that Jiang Shuya could speak like this, making it hard for him to accept at that moment.
"Shuya, what did you just say? You asked who I am?" Huo Jingfeng's lips twitched slightly, "I'm Jingfeng, Huo Jingfeng!"
"I'm sorry, I don't know you." Jiang Shuya's eyes were closed, but her long eyelashes trembled lightly.
She pursed her lips slightly, secretly taking deep breaths, suppressing the surging, bone-deep pain inside as if it were about to tear her apart.
The more she suppressed it, the more it hurt, but the more it hurt, the more she suppressed it.
She didn't want to show her disheveled and vulnerable side in front of him.
She thought the less she cared, the less it would hurt.
