The workmanship is exquisite, and the well-tailored suit outlines his slender and thin figure. He has obviously styled it tonight, and he does not use the hairstyle that was easy to bully at first glance. The short hair is fluffy, and the broken hair has been taken care of , revealing a full and smooth forehead.
Under the light of the moonlight, every line of a face that Song Jingwan despised and plain looked soft, gentle, and full of bookishness.
It's like a young master who has traveled through the old times, full of nobility.
The corners of An Feiran's lips raised a slight arc, and he stepped back a few steps in a gentlemanly manner, distanced himself from Song Jingwan.
"you first-"
He turned his body slightly.
Song Jingwan bit her lip, her gaze wandered over him.
Reluctantly trying to find the shadow of the past in his eyes, but Song Jingwan failed.
Back then, he was a big boy who was full of her eyes, but his smile is still the same now, the only thing that has changed is the way he looks at her.
like a stranger.
"An Feiran, is there nothing you want to tell me?"
On this night when she felt abandoned by everyone, Song Jingwan wanted to be impulsive once. She stared at An Feiran with burning eyes, she couldn't believe it, it was so easy to forget someone.
She will never forget how humble An Feiran was before her!
"What?"
An Feiran was puzzled, his eyelashes were long and thin, casting a shadow on the bridge of his nose.
"If it's okay, I'll..."
The sleeves were pulled, Song Jingwan raised her eyes, "Walk with me."
Facing Song Jingwan, his eyes were calm, not pretending, but real, treating Song Jingwan as a stranger.
Do you get angry or agitated when you treat a stranger
of course not-
"Sorry, I have something else to do." An Feiran was still gentle and polite, even though the girl in front of him had treated him like that before.
This has something to do with An Feiran's education since he was a child. Just like his mother taught him, liking someone is not adding anything to the other person. Secret love is a matter of one person. The other party has done nothing wrong, but just doesn't like you.
So, nothing to complain about.
He is polite, gentle and gentle.
Song Jingwan hated his appearance so much, she pulled his sleeve on impulse and asked, "An Feiran, do you still like me?"
She desperately wanted to seek some recognition.
The blows she suffered during this period were more than the combined blows she had suffered in the previous seventeen years.
An Feiran was taken aback, then smiled apologetically, "I liked it."
But I don't like it anymore.
What is liking
Song Jingwan's expression changed slightly, she looked at An Feiran's face stubbornly, "Is liking someone so cheap? If you don't like it, you don't like it?"
"Excuse me."
An Feiran interrupted her apologetically, "Can you let me go? My sleeves are going to wrinkle."
He pointed to the sleeve that was tightly held by Song Jingwan, and said very distressed.
Song Jingwan laughed angrily, why did An Feiran change the subject so calmly? But the more so, the more unhappy she was.
"If you want me to let go, you can walk with me. Don't worry, it's just a walk. Don't you think I can do something to you?"
An Feiran's eyes widened slightly, as if surprised.
He really liked Song Jingwan before, and he never liked to deny anything he had done.
But now, he did have the idea of denying the past.
The one he likes is actually such a person
"no."