Although Lu Yang could seem obedient, her calm, unwavering determination might be difficult for others to read or fully comprehend.
Jiang Yanzhou reached out his hand towards her neck, and before she could react, he casually used his fingers to smooth a few strands of her hair.
Lu Yang pursed her dry lips. "I saw your sister today."
Jiang Yanzhou smirked. "What did she talk to you about?"
Lu Yang shook her head. "I care about your past, and she came to give me answers."
Jiang Yanzhou froze for a moment, a brief blankness in his mind, but it quickly passed, and the next moment, his panic was silently hidden away.
Just like that.
He displayed his tender and gentle side, meticulous and attentive, showing her only what he wanted her to see.
His methods were skillful, calculating every small detail clearly, and he had enough self-restraint to hide himself within his schemes.
