Her expression as she spoke was so indifferent, as if she were talking about a wisp of air, utterly matter-of-fact.
"Mr. Zhuang, do you understand? This is the kind of person I am. You must be this kind of person too."
Zhuang Haoran's mind once again recalled his grandmother's words.
Melissa, at that time told him to leave, even closed the door, leaving him no chance to turn back.
Speaking of which, she and the woman in front of him, Gu Nuan, were just the same. One or two like this, how can he endure?
No! He doesn't want to leave, even if it means dying here—
Looking up at the woman in front of him, Zhuang Haoran slowly lowered his head.
The words his grandmother told him and the things she entrusted him with were far more than just these. Evidently, Gu Nuan had guessed it all.
Sometimes, certain things are ultimately more important than the people around you.
