Looking at his hand, Ji Nuan paused, went up the steps, hesitated, and took his sleeve.
She said, "Mo Jingshen, I'm here to ask for your help not to fall in love with you."
The man smiled, took her hand and pulled her into his arms. Ji Nuan's feet went numb after she sat there all night, so she stumbled and fell to his arms. At the moment when her face touched his chest, she heard the man whispered to her with a smile: "Is there any difference?"
If she hadn't still loved him, how would she turn to him for help?
Ji Nuan didn't speak. After all, she was here to ask for help and she had no reason to be so arrogant, but why did she have the feeling that this man had been waiting for her for long although he looked unconcerned about and uninterested in her matters.
