She paused for a few seconds, the curve of her lips rising even more than before, "Well, it's hard to say."
If Nan Wan's past girlhood was all about repression, then now she should have found all the playfulness she lacked.
Just for him alone.
Separated by thousands of miles, Mu Jin Huan seemed to see that gentle and serene face, and how captivating it was at this moment.
His slender and tall body stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, with New York's warm sunlight streaming through the glass onto his deep and stern features, dispelling the hostility surrounding him.
His dark eyes lowered slightly, and he laughed quietly and slowly, "I too, would rather die than yield."
Nan Wan returned to sit in the chair, the smile in her eyes gradually fading, hiding worry beneath her calm demeanor.
This wasn't a coincidence.
