"No particular reason," Jiang Jinran pulled a cold smirk, "I'm just tired."
His words were delivered with indifference, carrying an indescribable weariness.
Lan Rong rarely saw such a negative expression on Jiang Jinran's face; madness and ruthlessness suited him better.
But at this moment, he seemed like an ordinary person, capable of the most common emotions.
"What exactly are you tired of?" Jiang Jinran's gaze locked onto him fiercely, grinding his teeth as he said, "At least, there should be a reason, right?"
"Lan Rong, tell me, if it were you, what would you find more important: attainable care or distant revenge?" Jiang Jinran lifted his lips into a cold smile, "The things I care about in this life have always been few, and I can't afford the risk of losing any more of them."
After hearing this, Lan Rong roughly guessed the situation.
His pupils shrank in disbelief, "You gave up your plan for Cheng Weiyue?"
