Qin Nanyu left the Nanpo Apartment, never descending the floors, but stood at the entrance of the elevator, watching the numbers go up and down.
In his mind, over and over again, flashed the scene of him pressing down on Ji Weitian.
Her face was flushed as she urged him to get up quickly, and she was so nervous that she started to panic, clinging to his tie and refusing to let go... This Ji Weitian, different from the one who had previously bared her fangs and brandished her claws in front of him, was starkly different.
Qin Nanyu also remembered her savvy and capable demeanor in the lab.
He could never have imagined that one day, she would curl up in his arms like a child, so nervous she dared not look at him and could only chant for him to be gentle.
He had never seen a woman as changeable as her.
Which of these complex and varied faces was the real her?
"Ding—" The elevator stopped at this floor.
