Zhou Yinghuai's voice was bone-chillingly cold. His deep-set eyes stared at Jiang Tan unblinkingly, "Answer me, Jiang Tan."
Jiang Tan's eyes were faintly red. She suddenly stretched her lips into an ugly smile, even uglier than crying, "Zhou Yinghuai, dashed expectations are terrifying. Why are you being so cruel to me? Our relationship now is forced."
Forced.
What a word.
It felt like something was squeezing Zhou Yinghuai's heart, making even his breaths feel piercingly painful.
He wanted to harshly reprimand Jiang Tan, to see what kind of harsh, heart-piercing words she could still utter.
However, the hand pinching her chin was trembling visibly.
He couldn't muster the strength to scold the woman in front of him.
"I know, no matter what I say now, you won't believe me."
Zhou Yinghuai calmly lowered his hand. He whispered with a restrained voice, "Jiang Tan, I will show you that I can offer you more than just this kind of relationship."
