"I told her that in this life, there will never be another woman in Mr.'s heart. The city inside him will only be reserved for Aning."
When Xiaojin said this, his eyes were actually fixed on the pen tip held by the man across from him.
He had been using that pen for many years. Since Xiaojin started following him, he preferred writing with it, and every time he wrote, the characters were especially powerful and fluid.
All of this stemmed from his steady penmanship.
However, just now, as he said those words, the originally poised pen suddenly halted, and then he saw the drop of freshly dabbed ink dangling precariously.
"Sir?"
"..."
It was at this moment that the pen finally fell.
"From now on, don't mention that name in front of me!" With such a chilly sentence, the topic was concluded.
Xiaojin stood there, choked up for quite a while, before recovering.
Not even a hint of hesitation, it seemed he had truly misjudged this time.
