Through her teary eyes, Sang Qianqian raised her head and looked into a pair of deep, quiet, and calm black eyes.
There was no emotion in her voice, nor was there any warmth. For no reason, it made people feel distant and cold.
Sang Qianqian was in a daze. Was the person in front of her really Shen Hanyu?
How could he possibly look at her with such a cold gaze?
How could he be so indifferent when she was crying so sadly while hugging him?
As if she wanted to confirm something, her fingers gently touched his handsome and determined face.
"Are you Shen Hanyu?" she mumbled, confused.
Shen Hanyu closed his eyes and instinctively wanted to hold her in his arms. But in the end, he only grabbed her wrist and stopped her.
Before he came to see her, he thought that it was better to shorten the pain and cut the knot quickly.
