Hearing Gu Mingyu's words, An Xiangrong's eyes were filled with coldness. Looking at the person before her, she spoke lightly, "Don't you find it amusing to say these things now?"
As she spoke, An Xiangrong laughed outright, but her laughter was full of sarcasm. It was uncertain whether she was mocking Gu Mingyu or herself.
She had once hoped fervently for all these things, but no matter how arduously she pleaded, she could never attain them. Now that she had completely let go, he delivered them to her.
"Gu Mingyu, we can only be strangers."
Not wanting to hear anything more from the person in front of her, An Xiangrong said this and quickly got into the car. This time, Gu Mingyu did not block her way, but rather, he let Song Yi move the car to the side.
Inside the car, An Ling couldn't care less about Xiao Liu's dagger on her face. She was staring fixedly at Gu Mingyu outside. But the man never once mentioned her name.
