But Lun Sui wasn't trying to scare Xin Xiaozhen; if he were truly angered, everything he had just said—he would actually follow through on it.
Lun Sui's gaze was obscure and unreadable. After a long moment, he let out a low hum, started the car, and drove away, only to stop again beneath the alluring orange-yellow glow of streetlights.
Xin Xiaozhen pushed open the door and stepped out of the car, and the sports car immediately sped off into the distance.
Thinking about the meeting place Lun Sui had mentioned before she got out, Xin Xiaozhen covered her mouth and chuckled.
But as she chuckled, an overwhelming sense of sorrow crept over her.
She didn't sleep all night. The next morning, as she washed up, she stared at her haggard reflection in the mirror and reached out to touch her own face.
She sat down at her vanity table, carefully applied her most exquisite makeup, put on her most elegant attire, and then left to meet him.
