"From today onwards, you don’t need to go to school anymore. I will hire a tutor to co here and personally guide you. Whatever you need, just tell the guard at the door. But there’s one thing." Chi Cheng paused mid-step and turned his delicate-featured face sideways, "Don’t think about leaving."
He was indeed imprisoning her.
What right did he have to imprison her!
An Ran stood up excitedly and strode towards the door, "Where are you going? Co back! What right do you have to imprison here, Chi Cheng!"
"Asking where I’m going..." Chi Cheng chuckled lightly, "To find Lin Wanqing, isn’t this what you wanted?"
Bang—
The door slamd as An Ran ca chasing after.
An Ran forcefully tried to open the door, only to find it was locked, unable to be pushed open at all.
Chi Cheng’s playful deanor in front of An Ran instantly disappeared once he stepped through the door.
The handso face that always wore a smile gradually congealed with frost.
An Ran desperately pounded the door from inside, clamoring to be let out.
Her school uniform was torn beyond recognition, with only Chi Cheng’s suit jacket draped over her.
The bodyguard was sowhat dumbfounded, seeing his young master with a cold face but filled with heartache.
He presumptuously wanted to open the door for An Ran.
Chi Cheng’s eyes slightly turned, his voice cool, "Do you not want your eyes anymore?"
The bodyguard imdiately stepped back.
Chi Cheng looked ahead, fiddling with the silver chanical watch on his wrist, "Find a maid to send her so clothes."
"Yes!"
Chi Cheng ca downstairs, his previously upright back seeming to slump sowhat.
Where was he going to find Lin Wanqing?
Lin Wanqing ant nothing to him in his heart.
Chi Cheng walked forward with hands in pockets wearing only a black high-collared shirt, aimlessly.
Cloudy skies, cold wind whistling.
Yet it seed like he couldn’t feel the chill at all; his figure looked utterly decadent.
Decadent...
This word had never been applicable to Chi Cheng.
No matter when, Chi Cheng was always refined and graceful.
He could easily control all the situations he desired.
As if he never showed his most genuine emotions because of anything.
You ask him what heartache feels like?
Chi Cheng had never experienced it.
When his mother passed away, Chi Cheng was still in elentary school, devastated and grieving.
But now...
His heart seed to be grasped tightly by An Ran.
No matter how strong the exterior, the most skilled disguise couldn’t resist the piercing pain erging from deep within.
Actually, he had already given his entire heart to that girl long ago.
But he had never let her know.
In the cold weather, Chi Cheng walked on the street wearing so little, instantly attracting the attention of many passers-by.
His heavenly looks made a girl run up and hand over the scarf she held, "Aren’t you cold, handso? Here, take this."
If it were the old Chi Cheng, he wouldn’t take it but would politely refuse.
Yet now, his eyes lowered, his handso face devoid of any emotional fluctuation, as if he hadn’t heard at all.
Completely ignoring as the girl walked away.
Until he got to a big tree, Chi Cheng stiffly leaned against it, raising his handso face to look up at the sky.
His mind was full of An Ran’s wounded gaze.
Her voice echoed incessantly in his ears.
I don’t like you anymore.
I, An Ran, don’t like you anymore.
Now I hate you so much, just looking at you makes feel repulsed!
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