He seemed to be looking in her direction.
Nan Zhi pursed her lips and refused to look back.
Just from the reflection, she could see he was dressed very formally today. He must have came over from an important occasion, judging from the hand-tailored white shirt with a tie, meticulous black suit, and the pocket square folded into a triangle on his left chest. It was elegant and noble.
His gaze was still on her, just like his usual personality, arrogant and sharp with a strong aura. It was full of oppression and difficult for people to look at directly.
Nan Zhi's eyes flickered. She had finally calmed herself, but now she was getting confused again.
Why am I afraid to see him?
If it was not for Xiao Yi, she could have died on that island. No thanks to him.
From the moment he had abandoned her, it was impossible for her to have anything to do with him.
