Jian Anning was still in the middle of being scolded by Hong Minjun when suddenly, she saw a pair of clean hands in front of her and was taken aback.
When she looked up, she saw Lu Jiayuan's face, wearing a warm and pure smile, just like at that New Year's dance in Toronto.
Time had flown by, but she, no longer wished to place her hand in his.
She politely shook her head, "Thank you, but I don't need—"
Before she could finish saying "—need," Lu Jiayuan suddenly pulled her hand, and with a swift turn, she was unceremoniously brought onto the dance floor!
The lights above swayed and spun in the music, and even if Jian Anning wanted to withdraw, she no longer had any means to!
"Lu Jiayuan!" Jian Anning frowned unhappily, "How can you do this!"
"You're finally talking to me, Moon," Lu Jiayuan's face finally lifted into a smile. His eyes flickered with a hint of obsession, a hint of intoxication, as if he wanted to drown in the clarity of her eyes!
