Jiang Ting's words halted mid-sentence as she anxiously looked at the man beside her, relieved that there was no change in his expression.
Jiang Ting let out a slight sigh of relief. Huo Qianqian had cried so hard at the time, but she had never mentioned it to Lin Sijun.
Lin Sijun had been with her for almost two years, yet she always felt insecure. He was clearly good to her, gentle and considerate, never losing his temper; he always indulged her.
But she actually preferred the way he had been when he was with Huo Qianqian, how he would get annoyed with her, would lose his temper, even scold Huo Qianqian.
Lin Sijun's expression indeed remained unchanged, but since Jiang Ting finished her sentence, his gaze had been fixed on Huo Qianqian.
Huo Qianqian felt it, but all it did was make her extremely uncomfortable.
It was as if she was lovestruck, unable to forget someone, a notion she greatly disliked.
