"Honey," Leng Yan looked at her side profile that refused to turn around, calling softly and helplessly.
Wen Nuan acted as if she hadn't heard, taking out a magazine and opening it, focusing on the words but not really paying attention.
She couldn't read a single word, but she didn't want to pay him any attention, didn't want to say a single word to him.
"Aren't you curious about how I managed to get the tickets?" Leng Yan asked softly.
Wen Nuan put the magazine back, leaned her head against the seat, and closed her eyes. She made up her mind that no matter how curious she was, she wouldn't ask him.
Pretending not to hear?
