On the street.
"Sister, why are you so good to Brother Jiang Ning?"
Wang Qinghan suddenly spoke.
Wang Qintan glanced at her younger sister.
"Perhaps it's loneliness!"
"Sister, what are you lonely about? Don't you have me?" Wang Qinghan said, and then exclaimed, "Sister, don't tell me you're feeling lonely!"
The next moment.
Thud!
Wang Qintan gave her sister a flick on the forehead.
"Ouch!" Wang Qinghan immediately held her head, looking pitiful.
"It's good that it hurts!" Wang Qintan rolled her eyes at her sister and continued, "You don't understand!"
At this moment.
Though it was May, she couldn't help but feel a chilly autumnal chill in her heart.
That secret belonging to her heart lingered there constantly.
The ever-awakening innate wisdom weighed heavily in her heart, yet she could not express it outwardly.
Jiang Ning.
He was someone she thought might be of the same ilk.
But she was not yet brave enough to confirm, nor to reveal her inner feelings.
