However, her gaze still couldn't shift away, didn't want to shift away.
For the first time, after her eyes had collided with his, she intentionally held his gaze.
In the past, she never dared to look, feeling that even beholding him was a taboo, shameful, deserving to be caged.
Three years had passed, and she should no longer have been reminded of him, almost having forgotten him. Even though the money for the plane ticket was already on her card, she no longer harbored the thought of crossing oceans to see him secretly.
Yet, the moment he appeared, she was still unable to escape.
"Cry, and they'll stop picking on you?"
"Crying shows you're weak. If you're weak, who else would they pick on if not you?"
Ji Anning tilted her head, resting it against the window frame, the man in her line of sight gradually blurring. She curved her lips, turned around, leaned against the wall, tipped her head back, and took a deep breath.
