In the restroom, Jiang Nuan held cold water in her hands and splashed her face, the icy faucet water calming her frantic heartbeat considerably.
She twisted off the faucet, pulled a piece of paper to dry the residual water on her face, and leaned against the sink, staring blankly at herself in the mirror.
The face in the mirror was pale, her expression distraught, not a hint of the composure she had previously imagined; it looked just like a soldier defeated before even going to battle, embarrassingly pathetic!
Jiang Nuan smiled bitterly, turned the faucet back on, and reached over to let the water wash over her hands.
Five years, yet it seemed like she hadn't progressed at all. Whenever she saw him, her heart would race uncontrollably.
The growth she thought she had achieved was a joke in front of him!
He remained as noble and elegant as ever, while she was still a foolish loser in his presence.
