He squinted slightly, his elbow resting on the car window, long fingers gently stroking his thin lips. His gaze remained fixed on Jian An'an’s face, and the aura around him was dark and gloomy—almost as if a black mist were swirling about him.
How could this woman be so indifferent to him, yet smile so sweetly at Mu Ci? Dammit! He took a deep breath, his heart curdling with sourness, resentment, and frustration. He was angry, and he was unwilling to let it go.
After a long moment, he shut off his phone, pushed the car door open, and stepped out. With long strides and a cold expression, he began to walk toward the venue.
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