Lu Niange lowered her head, then raised it again, looking into Jian Chenxi's eyes with an exceptional calmness, her tone equally serene, "Xiaoxi, let's end this."
Jian Chenxi's eyes instantly widened as she stared into the depths of Lu Niange's eyes, a hint of shock, a hint of disbelief crossing her face, "Niange... what did you say?"
Lu Niange didn't speak. Under the characteristic lighting of the café, his face appeared ever more gentle and jade-like, emotions flowing like water. However, Jian Chenxi felt an overwhelming sense of dread. She reached out to grasp Lu Niange's arm, her lips trembling as she asked again, "Niange... you're joking, right?"
Lu Niange pulled his hand away from Jian Chenxi's, his expression tinged with unmistakable exhaustion, "I'm not joking, Xiaoxi, let's end it."
