At this thought, Jiangg Ning bit down on her delicate lip, a hint of resentment in her eyes.
She had always tried her best to show Chen Yuan only her best side—her resilient character, her disciplined excellence.
She was afraid of others discovering she came from such a complicated family. She desperately wanted to prove that she and her mother were two different kinds of people, that she could live a good life without relying on her.
But in the end, she was fragile, irrational, and there were times she couldn't handle her emotions well.
Jiangg Ning knew she shouldn't be thinking about all sorts of random things at a time like this, but she just couldn't control it...
"It doesn't matter," Chen Yuan's voice suddenly sounded beside her ear.
Jiangg Ning abruptly lifted her head and met his gaze.
A strange sensation came from the top of her head, a gentle, affectionate motion, as if he were petting a cat.
She was being gently stroked.
