Wei Anning leaned against the headboard, her clear and distant gaze falling upon his chiseled, handsome face. His eyes were as dark as ink, gleaming with a glass-like coldness devoid of any warmth.
Once again, she was frozen by his indifference.
"Leng Youchen, you still hate me, don't you?"
The man's expression remained unchanged, a trace of mockery flitting through his ink-black phoenix eyes. "Hate? Why would I hate someone irrelevant to me?"
Wei Anning's lashes trembled, an unease lingering in her heart. Someone irrelevant?
"I understand now."
Leng Youchen glanced at her resigned demeanor, his gaze sharpening further, "Understand what? You don't understand anything at all."
