Yi Yang's words still echoed in her ear. Jiang Ruan sat by the window, staring at the winding water marks on the glass. Wave after wave, her vision was forever blurred, only vaguely seeing the tender green colors just sprouting outside.
She fell into deep thought.
Many thoughts intertwining with each other.
Eventually, they formed a dense net that ensnared everyone within.
"Daydreaming?"
Suddenly, she felt a pat on the back of her head.
Jiang Ruan snapped back to reality.
She saw Bo Qingyu, hand in pocket, standing beside her. He had a lollipop in the corner of his mouth, its faint fruity scent permeating the air.
His eyes were wickedly smirking.
If a man like this lived in turbulent times, he would certainly be a demon bringing calamity to the nation and the people.
Jiang Ruan reeled in her thoughts, tilted her head and looked at him: "Not angry anymore?"
