"I'm begging you," Gong Shirao began. "Stop bothering me. If I had known you were also my brother's friend, I wouldn't have come here today. I also don't want to see you again in the future. It would be best to pretend we never met."
Zhan Nanjue's body stiffened slightly, recalling the things she had said to him in her messages.
Yes. She's made it clear, the one who can't let go is him.
Not just now, but perhaps forever, he will never give up.
"But what can I do?" Zhan Nanjue said, "We'll still see each other often in the future, and it's impossible to pretend not to know you."
"Zhan Nanjue, are you a scoundrel?"
"Hmm." Zhan Nanjue said, "If you think I am, then I am."
"!!!" Gong Shirao looked at him with a complex expression, then fell silent, wanting to walk away.
She figured she must have been blind before, falling for such a fickle jerk. The pain in her heart was indescribable.
