"An Chen, just because I did one wrong thing, you want to deny me entirely?!"
Ni Rou's emotions were highly charged.
However, An Chen didn't speak in time.
The air suddenly fell silent.
In the grass, An Chen stared at Ni Rou; the moonlight fell on her, casting a silver glow that made Ni Rou's fierce eyes and the hostility in them stand out. Her originally delicate face was now twisted.
After a moment, An Chen finally said, "You called me here just to say this?"
His words were measured, with a hint of coldness, unlike his usual gentleness.
Ni Rou fell silent, then whispered, "Yes, telling you it was about Mo Shangjun was a lie."
Withdrawing his gaze, An Chen didn't linger and started walking away.
Out of desperation, Ni Rou immediately grabbed An Chen's hand, her tears surfacing at once.
An Chen halted in his tracks, staring at her coldly, devoid of any sentiment.
