Nian Shen laughed upon hearing this: "That's true. Once a person dies, everything is gone. What is there left to fight for?"
She suddenly paused.
This sentence...
Yes, that person had said something similar!
Heather's abruptly changed expression did not escape Nian Shen's sharp eyes. With a slight smirk, he said: "It seems you've remembered that person named 'Ah Nian' again."
To avoid his gaze, she lowered her head and picked up the red wine in front of her, taking a sip.
"What is he to you?"
"Nothing." She looked out the window.
"Actually, I know without you saying," he was skilled at analyzing people's psyches, "You teared up the first time you saw me. How could Ah Nian simply be 'nothing' to you? He must be a man you once loved deeply but separated for some reason, right?"
She didn't speak.
She despised the feeling of being laid bare, having no cover at all.
It seemed like she couldn't pretend in front of Nian Shen.
