Upon hearing Meng Xinyan's words, Su Lenghan's cold eyes shimmered with darkness. It turned out in the end that he had overrated her.
He closed his eyes slowly, deleting the silhouette in his mind. Re-opening his eyes, he looked at the pure and kind woman in front of him. His previously troubled heart soothed a little. "Alright, ignore others. After all, they have no relation to us."
Meng Xinyan went to Su Lenghan's side and tugged at his sleeves. "Lenghan, my mother said that the weather has been growing cold, and asked me to buy some new clothes. She said that girls should dress prettily. Can you please accompany me?"
Su Lenghan looked at the weather outside, nodded his head, and left with Meng Xinyan.
There was only one problem; his stomach pains always came untimely in the afternoon. While suffering from the pain, he could not help but think of Yun Bixue.
