For one moment, Shangguan Ning was able to imagine his perfect look on the pitch. Zhao Anan might not have exaggerated in saying that numerous crazy girls were running after him, years ago.
Anan was delighted. She waved as she yelled loudly, "Brother, we are here. Come here, quick."
She had grown up with Jing Yichen and had already become immune to his radiance.
Jing Yichen on the opposite side narrowed his pretty eyebrows – could my cousin be any dumber?
There were only two of them on the pitch and they were just 200 meters away from each other. He was not blind and could see everything himself. What was she yelling so loudly for? Did she want the people he had just abandoned to notice him?
But he showed no outward sign of whatever he was thinking inside. He still looked distant.
Two tall and slender silhouettes were getting closer as he was approaching, one was white and the other tanned.
