"But I've regretted! I've come to realize that I've always liked you, so please, can we get married?"
Regret?
Always liked him?
He had wished for her to say these words from the very beginning. However, he felt a wave of irritation and anger rising within him: she had declared her feelings in such an indifferent tone.
Si Zhengting clenched his fists and fought to control his growing rage. He shot Zhuang Nainai a cold glance and walked briskly to his car, his mood foul.
He had to leave before he does something he would regret.
Zhuang Nainai was perplexed.
He asked for a reason, but now he was going to just leave?
What was that all about?
Zhuang Nainai took a step forward, "Hey… Si Zhengting, you…"
He turned with a blood-red death glare that startled Zhuang Nainai.
The rest of her sentence got stuck in her throat.
