Xiao Jinxing listened indifferently to An Ning's words.
Perhaps there was a storm raging in his heart, but his face remained as calm and cold as dead water.
His voice was unusually cold as he said, "For the sake of Gu Xingchuan, you're willing to submit to me, to confine yourself in this small harem, and abandon your freedom?!"
An Ning's eyes reddened slightly.
Saying anything to Xiao Jinxing now was useless.
No matter what she said, he wouldn't believe it.
"Why won't you believe that I truly want to stay by your side?" An Ning asked him.
"Not trustworthy," Xiao Jinxing said directly.
Indeed.
She was not trustworthy.
Survived death, avoided him for five years, never intending to meet him.
Finally met, only to desperately want to leave again.
No one could possibly believe that she would willingly stay by his side.
"I am not trustworthy." Xiao Jinxing suddenly added.
An Ning looked at him.
A trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.
