"Because... asking is meaningless, whether you love me or not... In this life, you're destined to be my calamity, I cannot escape..."
"Moreover, your thoughts are profound, and I, Jian Ran, don't quite have the level to comprehend your innermost ideas. On this point, I do have self-awareness—after all, it's valuable to know oneself."
With that said, Jian Ran squeezed out a bitter smile at the corner of her mouth, a smile that did not reach her eyes.
Gu Mochen watched the woman with a clean and smooth demeanor, like drifting clouds and flowing water.
Objectively speaking.
Jian Ran possessed a personality even more free-spirited than a man's.
Yet, such a personality, to oneself, sounded more like sarcasm when heard.
Gu Mochen's handsome face stared at the woman in his arms as he slowly curved the corners of his lips.
Jian Ran... you're really something, aren't you?
"Mmm."
