The indifferent and aggressive voice sounded in her ear, carrying the smell of alcohol, ruthlessly crushing the expectations Jiang Ruan shouldn't have harbored deep in her heart.
Her face turned slightly pale.
Bao Ye sneered, "Are you scared?"
"Someone like me is born without a heart, Jiang Ruan."
He lazily pronounced her name.
Jiang Ruan listened, her dark eyes glittering, holding his neck but then cupping his face, "Why should I be scared?"
"I knew it when I was with you."
His indifference was ingrained in his bones.
Even when doing the most debauched things with her.
His heart remained unmoved.
She never felt she had entered his heart.
She smiled bitterly, "I have gotten used to it, haven't I?"
Used to him having no heart, used to his indifference.
Perhaps in this lifetime, she would never hear him say, "I love you."
Looking at the man's noble face, Jiang Ruan suddenly noticed how thin his lips were.
Just like his surname.
Just like him.
Cold and unfeeling.
