In the past, it took her a lot of effort to see him just once. If she wanted to have a conversation with him, she would have to rack her brains to find an opportunity. But now this man was like a devil she couldn't get rid of.
Wei Zhijuan stared at him for a moment and suddenly cleared her throat. She put down her hand that was covering her waist, but she didn't know where to put it. Finally, she could only lower her head and go back to the hall.
As she walked past Xian Yijun, a soft voice suddenly sounded in her ears. "I'm not joking with you."
Wei Zhijuan immediately stopped.
Outside the hotel, a cold wind was blowing. Her arms were wet and the cold made her thoughts become clear.
It was because she was so conscious that she felt all this was unreal.
Even though she didn't love Xian Yijun to the point where they could not be separated in life and death, it was already considered hard for her to part with him.
