Jin Renguang propped his arms by her sides, head hanging low. Ru Meiqi could see the veins popping up along his arms when his muscles tensed. For a moment, she was afraid that he would destroy her counter with his bare hands.
"It's been five years." He said in a low voice, eyes lifting to look at her. A delicate face with reddened eyes reflected within them. "You still haven't forgotten about it?"
Ru Meiqi pressed her lips together. She tried to hold it but in the end, her emotions got the better of her. "Do you want to say that I'm petty? That I still mind you're a divorcee even if she was already dead for five years?"
"No." Jin Renguang tried to hug her. "It's not what I meant. Listen to me—"
But Ru Meiqi didn't want to.
