He might have really felt some regret, but that sensation absolutely couldn't compare to his reputation, his status, everything he held dear.
So, deep down, he was nothing more than a selfish, petty individual!
Thinking this, Jian Anning completely rid herself of the last traces of thought for him. She stood by the door, observing the man before her whose exquisitely made-up face was full of remorse, yet her expression remained indifferent.
"And don't call me MOON. After all, we are in Huaxia Country, not Toronto!" Jian Anning was about to leave when she suddenly remembered something and looked back at him.
That one look made Lu Jiayuan think that she still had feelings for him. He released her, his expression one of melancholy loss. It took him a long while to compose himself before he softly asked, "MO—Anning, have you been well these three years?"
