So… he had never felt anything for her.
Sheng Yue straightened her back even more, and her movements became more natural. She propped her head up and smiled. "Of course."
"Why?"
"If I don't marry him, will you marry me?"
Han Jingyu was stunned by Sheng Yue's question. After a long while, his gaze turned colder. "I thought you were at least motivated. It looks like I've been wrong all along."
Sheng Yue felt her chest constrict under his gaze, but the corners of her lips curled up.
This was her last bit of stubbornness.
***
Although Yan City was located in the middle of the city, as mid-winter descended, it became colder and colder. There was no snow at all, and it was the kind of cold that made the air dry.
It was almost the new year. While everyone was busy buying and selling new year goods, a piece of news spread among the rich. It even went on the front page of the newspapers.
