Unexpectedly, it was Xia Nuo who lost composure, accidentally knocking over her teacup in surprise.
This little incident quickly passed, Leng Yan no longer looked at her, and the emotions on her face gradually returned to normal. However, inside, she was still unable to calm down.
She sat in her seat, slightly lowering her head, her expression unclear and obscure.
In fact, she had imagined countless times the scene of their encounter, but she never expected that they would meet so soon, and in such a setting.
What surprised her even more was the calmness in his gaze, as if nothing had ever happened between them.
Clearly, they were already divorced, whatever attitude he had towards her no longer mattered.
Yet her heart was filled with bitterness.
It turned out that after over a year on the move, aside from visiting many places and spending a lot of money, nothing had changed.
She was still herself, so what about him? Was he still himself?
"Miss Xia."
