Jian Liangtong looked at him, the light in her eyes as dull as dead water, "Mr. Ruan, if you truly like me, then I thank you for your affection, and also thank you for taking care of me and Hao Hao all these years. Besides, if Mr. Ruan doesn't mind, we are still friends."
Staring at Jian Liangtong's exquisite and beautiful face, Ruan Chen's heart suddenly hurt fiercely.
He didn't doubt for a moment that what she said to him tonight didn't come from the bottom of her heart.
On the contrary.
He knew every word she spoke was from her most genuine feelings and thoughts.
Even though he truly liked her.
She absolutely wouldn't give him a chance.
As for Jian Liangtong.
At first sight, he was amazed.
Amazed by her beauty, her melancholy.
Then came curiosity.
Curious about whose child she worked so hard to give birth to.
Curious about everything she had gone through in the past.
He understood, and he began to feel sorry.
He couldn't define the pity he felt for her.
