"It's nothing, just asking casually," Zhao Yating's heart leaped with joy—no girlfriend? Fantastic!
But Hao Jian's next words were, "However, I have a fiancée, and we'll be getting married soon!"
"Fiancée?!"
Zhao Yating's expression instantly petrified, as if struck by a bolt from the blue.
"Yeah, a fiancée." Hao Jian smiled and nodded; for some reason, he always felt like smiling when he thought of Shu Ya.
"It's over. It's all over." Zhao Yating turned ashen; she had been too slow to make a move.
"Hm? What's over?"
"Nothing's over." Zhao Yating shook her head, her expression darkening, "Leave me alone. I just want to be 'Jingjing' right now, and don't ask who Jingjing is."
Hao Jian shrugged, thinking to himself: Teenagers are such a hassle, utterly inscrutable.
As Hao Jian was driving along, he suddenly heard a loud crash from behind, and the whole car jerked, causing Hao Jian and Zhao Yating to lurch forward.
"Damn Shuishui to hell."
