Jing Yan finally managed to escort him to the parking lot, but Jiang Jinchen just clung to the lamppost and refused to leave.
Pressing his thin lips to hers, he began to kiss her.
"Yaya, I really miss you..."
"I know you don't want to see me..."
"But I just can't stop thinking about you..."
Behind every childish man lies a wound that cannot be touched.
The longer Jing Yan spent time with Jiang Jinchen, the more she realized that the man before her could clearly stand on his own, yet he always hid his edge.
He did so simply because he didn't want to take over everything from the Jiang Family.
Such a version of Jiang Jinchen was both unfamiliar and irresistible to her.
Watching him sorrow for another woman, getting drunk night after night, Jing Yan felt an indescribable pain in her heart.
It was as if she was the one who had been abandoned.
"There seem to be reporters up ahead, are you sure you want to keep acting crazy?" Jing Yan bit her lip and lowered her voice.
