Sometimes, Jing Tong felt that there was no need for her to worry at all. Who cared about the future? who cared how sincere this man was? in any case, she would just enjoy it first. In the future, even if they were to break up, her predecessor was the president of a country. It would be too embarrassing to tell others.
However, she still couldn't do it.
Because this man was Jiang Yu, the man she had taken seriously when she was young. He was the man she had once fantasized about holding hands with for the rest of her life. Therefore, she didn't want to waste this rare opportunity. She didn't want to start and end it in a sorry state.
She wanted to finish what she started.
Thinking of this, Jing Tong couldn't help but clench her right hand into a fist and hit her own forehead.
She was really stupid, so stupid.
