It turns out, Nan Mufeng was the one who could stir her emotions. Disdain, anger... they were all because of him. Yet when facing Feng Huang, whom she had been with for years and was about to get engaged to, she felt no emotional disturbance whatsoever.
It was as if she were facing a stranger, not even truly feeling the disdain.
Why was it like this?
Her silly, bewildered look in front of the camera frightened Feng Huang. He asked worriedly, "Jian, what's wrong?"
No response.
Although Jian Xi was looking at the camera, her gaze clearly wasn't on him.
"Jian? Jian?"
Feng Huang called out urgently a few times. He had already opened the car door, ready to head to Jian Xi's house.
"It's nothing." Jian Xi shook her head, "I'm hanging up."
Without waiting for Feng Huang to respond, she ended the video call decisively and firmly, leaving no room for objection.
Just like many times before.
