Xia Wan'an was taken aback by Han Jingnian's question. She first gave him a strange look, then turned her gaze to the row of dazzling gowns.
Under the hotel's light, the specially made sequins or silk threads or diamonds on those gowns refracted blinding glimmers… No matter which one it was, Xia Wan'an thought they were all pretty…
So, without thinking too much, she answered, "They are all pretty."
A cold glint flashed in Han Jingnian's eyes, and his slightly pursed lips formed a cruel arc.
Seeing that Han Jingnian remained silent, Xia Wan'an spoke again, "What's wrong? Why ask suddenly…"
While she spoke, her gaze shifted from the gowns back to Han Jingnian.
Before her gaze could fully focus on him, Han Jingnian abruptly stood up and strode into the bedroom. The harsh sound of the door being slammed shut echoed in the room.
The noise frightened Xia Wan'an, causing her to shudder and the words she was saying to get stuck in her throat.
