"No, don't!" Ling Hong let out a low growl, his expression turning to one of torment. He spun around, reaching out to pull her back. He couldn't bear to watch her throw herself into the arms of another male.
But Xi grabbed him, seeing he was on the verge of losing control.
Shaking his head, he said softly, "This is Ah Jin's own choice..."
Meanwhile, Ze Sheng watched the female walk toward him step by step, a hint of astonishment appearing on his face.
A greater sense of alarm and suspicion intertwined in his heart, causing him to unconsciously hold his breath, his fingers clenching slightly inside his sleeves.
Until she was standing before him and smiled faintly.
"Ze Sheng."
It was a casual address, like one between friends—no, more like one between passing strangers. The way she said his name was so flat that for a moment, the man was in a daze.
He had long grown accustomed to her bounding into his arms, filled with endless longing and joy as she cried—"Ze Sheng!"
