Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

The exquisitely made, well-tailored suit outlined his slender figure. It was obvious that he had styled his hair tonight. Unlike the hairstyle that made him look like a pushover before, his short hair was fluffy, and his loose hair had been tidied up, revealing his full and smooth forehead.

A face that Song Jingwan had previously despised for being plain, appeared gentle, refined, smart, and full of scholarly aura under the moonlight.

He was like a young master from ancient times. His entire body was filled with a noble air.

An Feiran’s lips curled up slightly. He took a few steps back like a gentleman and distanced himself from Song Jingwan.

“After you…”

He moved his body slightly to the side.

Song Jingwan bit her lips and her gaze moved around him.

She was unwilling to admit defeat and tried to find the shadow of the past in his eyes. However, Song Jingwan failed.

The boy who used to be obsessed with her was smiling in the same way. The only thing that changed was the way he looked at her.

He was like a stranger.

“An Feiran, don’t you have anything you want to say to me?”

On this night of feeling abandoned by everyone, Song Jingwan wanted to be impulsive for once. She stared at An Feiran with burning eyes, refusing to believe that it was so easy to forget a person.

She would never forget how lowly An Feiran was in front of her in the past!

“What?”

An Feiran did not understand. His eyelashes were long and clear, leaving a shadow on the bridge of his nose.

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll—”

Song Jingwan pulled on his sleeve and lifted her eyelids. “Walk with me.”

When An Feiran faced Song Jingwan, his gaze was calm. It was not a pretense, but the real deal; he treated song Jingwan as a stranger.

Would one get angry or agitated when dealing with a stranger?

Of course not.

“I’m sorry, I have something to do.” An Feiran was still gentle and polite, even after the way that the girl had treated him before.

This was related to the education An Feiran had received since he was young. Just as his mother had taught him, one should not be a burden when liking someone. A crush was a one-sided thing. The other party wasn’t wrong; they simply didn’t feel the same way.

Therefore, there was nothing to complain about.

He was polite and gentle.

Song Jingwan, on the other hand, hated this look of his. She impulsively pulled on his sleeve and asked, “An Feiran, do you still like me?”

She was eager to seek some acknowledgment.

The blows she had suffered during this period of time were more than the blows she had suffered in the previous 17 years combined.

An Feiran was stunned and smiled apologetically. “I liked you once.”

But he didn’t like her anymore.

Liked me once? Song Jingwan’s expression changed slightly. She stubbornly sized up An Feiran’s face. “Is it so fickle to like someone? Can you just stop liking someone so easily?”

“I’m sorry.”

An Feiran interrupted her apologetically. “Can you let go of me? My sleeve is getting wrinkled.”

He pointed at his sleeve that Song Jingwan was tightly clutching as he spoke in distress.

Song Jingwan was so angry that she laughed. Why was An Feiran able to change the topic so calmly? But the more he was like this, the more unhappy she felt.

“I can let you go if you accompany me for a walk. Don’t worry, it’s just a walk. Do you think I’ll do anything to you?”

An Feiran’s eyes widened slightly as if he was very surprised.

He had indeed liked Song Jingwan in the past; he never denied anything he had done.

But now, he began to question his past.

Was this the type of person he once liked?

“No.”