"I've already lost my trust in you," An Lan insisted.
Trust was hard to establish, but it was easy to lose.
Xu Baohan didn't want her to be even more disappointed in him, so he could only give her back the keys to her house.
On the other side, An Lan also handed him back his house key.
The small key weighed like a thousand pounds.
Xu Baohan did not feel good. "You don't have to give me mine."
He was afraid that if he took it back, she would never want it. "An Lan, we are not breaking up."
"I know, we are just returning to the beginning." An Lan placed the key in his hand. "In the beginning, I took this key too early."
"Not early, it will always belong to you, and only you." Xu Baohan's gaze was unfathomable.
