Back then, Zhou Jin'an had no idea what An Kexin was talking about.
All he knew was that this woman wasn't Qiao En.
"You are not her, and you will never be her," he said bluntly.
His rejection was straightforward.
An Kexin cried, sobbing uncontrollably in Zhou Jin'an's arms.
"In what way am I inferior to her? Why must you be so stubborn?" she asked.
She shed her clothes, clasped Zhou Jin'an's face, and kissed him, hoping to dissolve his grief with all the gentleness a woman could offer.
But Zhou Jin'an stood there, completely unmoved.
"Just go, don't taint her place," he said.
He turned and went back to the balcony, leaning on the sun lounger that Qiao En had favored, staring blankly into the night.
"Jin'an, since you love her so much, I don't mind being her substitute," An Kexin left these words behind as she left.
Yet Zhou Jin'an didn't take in a single word.
Life continued, day after day, week after week, and soon a month had passed.
