Jiang Nanshu had never been foolish, and now she gradually realized what was happening.
She pushed Lu Qingyan away, her eyebrows slightly furrowing, "Are you locking me up?"
Lu Qingyan's expression remained unchanged, his smile gentle, "Why would I do that? I'm worried about you. If you got sick, I would go insane."
Jiang Nanshu choked up.
He embraced her again, "Can we not fight, please? I really regret not answering your last call. I'll never do that again. Forgive me, I was wrong."
Jiang Nanshu silently looked at him.
This year, Lu Qingyan was already twenty-seven, and time had left profound marks on him. Compared to his previous sunny demeanor, he had become mature and composed. The suit he wore added an indescribable charm. His handsome features and sincere eyes when he was honest made Jiang Nanshu's heart soften.
The decision had been hers. If it weren't for their cold war, she might have stayed for a month, and the outcome wouldn't have changed.
