As soon as Jian Anning saw him, she took a slow step back and then attempted to bypass him, not wanting to even greet him as she aimed to return to Yu Zexiao's side.
Lu Jiayuan clearly hadn't expected her to come out alone, and as he watched her move away from him, some form of urgent emotion suddenly became unbearable and burst forth.
Just as they were about to brush past each other....
He suddenly grasped Jian Anning's arm and softly called out from the tip of his nose, "Moon."
His call was low and lingering, just like in the past when he called her, and in an instant, it seemed to stir up layers of waves.
Jian Anning immediately shook off his arm, her gaze cold, "Mr. Lu, please be mindful!"
Lu Jiayuan looked up at her, and finally, the suppressed calm in his eyes was replaced by a hint of—pain.
However, any of his emotions had nothing to do with Jian Anning anymore.
