Gong Shirao was slightly stunned by his words, then sneered coldly, "Ha, without him, would you be in my future?!"
Her tone was impulsive because Zhan Nanjue's words made her extremely angry.
Who exactly was he to her? She didn't even know him, so what right did he have to casually dismiss her future with her childhood friend?
Zhan Nanjue heard her retort and suddenly felt a lump in his throat.
Yes, the twenty-two-year-old Gong Shirao met the twenty-four-year-old Zhan Nanjue, but they had always been missing each other.
Would her future have him?
He found himself unable to refute.
Seeing the deep sadness in Zhan Nanjue's eyes, Gong Shirao inexplicably felt a stifling sensation in her chest. It was as if something were pressing down on her, making it hard to breathe.
This unfamiliar feeling made her very uncomfortable.
She simply avoided his eyes and shifted her body further away from him.
