"We've known each other for years. I once thought... I was special to you––" Du Mengxin spoke with a tone steeped in endless desolation, her lips quirked into a bitter smile.
Song Wenbin seemed undisturbed, but the tightening of his fist until his knuckles turned white was a clear sign that he was trying to suppress his emotions.
Pan Linfeng, fearing that Song Wenbin might impulsively throw a punch, gently pressed down on his shoulder. Zhang Yanjun watched Du Mengxin with a cool and indifferent look, shaking her head with a sigh.
Peeking from their point of view, Du Mengxin was ready to bare it all. Regardless of whatever chaos might ensue, she was determined to confront the source of her dismay.
Oh.
Why does love need to be so complicated?
Despite her supreme intelligence, who would've guessed that Du Mengxin could lose her bearings so easily when immersed in the whirlpool of love?
