Originally, Jian Xi wasn't fond of bustling scenes either, so she agreed, "Okay."
"Ah, go ahead! When you have time, come over to the house to play chess with Grandpa."
"Okay."
Jian Xi left, looking back three steps at a time.
Old Master Nan watched her the entire time, adding to the discomfort in her heart.
To marry or not is a matter between two people. Yet it was causing the old man such distress...
Old Master Nan, just like Jian Wan, had both been individuals who provided her warmth. She didn't want to hurt them.
Suddenly, she didn't know whether what she had done was right or wrong.
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At the Panlong River Villa, Nan Mufeng smoked one cigarette after another.
He had finally made up his mind and publicly announced the cancellation of his engagement. It was as if his heart had been given back as well—empty and hollow.
It felt like he had lost something extremely important and could never pick it up again.
