Su Wan's voice came with a sob: "Why, clearly we are the same kind of people, why won't you look at me?"
Bao Ye frowned tightly, almost without thinking, reflexively pulled her away.
The force was so strong that Su Wan's wrist turned red.
Su Wan clutched her hand, looking at him with red eyes.
She struggled to keep the tears from falling from the corners of her eyes.
"Su Wan." Bao Ye said flatly, his tone so cold it pierced the heart: "This is a public place, don't lose your dignity."
After speaking, he turned and walked away.
His steps were quick, without the slightest hesitation or reluctance.
Su Wan watched his back, unable to control her tightly bitten red lips, trembling as she cried.
She, Su Wan, a dignified international film queen.
Wherever she went, she was adored and cajoled.
Except for Bao Ye.
Su Wan took a deep breath, raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, the grievance in her eyes turning into determination.
