Why, despite clearly not loving you, can I never let you go?
Why, knowing full well that you don't love me, can I still not let go, no longer having the heart to hurt you...
"What spell have I cast on you?" she asked inexplicably.
Rong Shaoze lifted his head, let go of her without answering. He walked to the bed and sat down, crossed his legs on the bed, leaned his back against the headboard, and quietly watched her.
Lin Xinlan was inexplicably questioned by him, and now inexplicably watched by him, prompting her to doubtfully touch her face.
"Is there something dirty on my face?"
He simply curved his lips into a smile without answering.
Lin Xinlan went to the vanity to look in the mirror, just as her phone rang. She took it out and saw it was a call from home; her face changed, and she hurriedly dismissed the call.
"Why didn't you answer?" Rong Shaoze's puzzled voice came from behind her.
