In the remote and quiet corner, the tone of his voice was as low and lazy as ever.
Ning Li's eyelids were slightly lowered, and she could clearly hear the sound of her own heart beating.
Jiang Ran stared blankly at the man in front of her, before suddenly laughing at herself.
She had known Lu Huaiyu for so many years.
Since he had been young till now, he had always been noble and proud.
There were so many people who were interested in him.
There had been all kinds of confessions and pursuits, warm or reserved likes and love.
However, he had always been aloof and reserved. Just like ice and snow, he was cold and unapproachable.
The thought had crossed her mind numerous times that this man was born to be admired by others.
All he had to do was just stand there and everything would naturally be drawn to him.
The only thing he had to do was to think about those feelings and adoration, and whether he wanted them or not.
