It was from that time onward that his personality became increasingly withdrawn.
Jiang Ruan listened, and couldn't help but feel a little angry: "What's the point of using your hands? Can hitting solve a problem? Even if it's an elder, one shouldn't resort to violence."
Knowing she was concerned about him, Bao Ye's lips curled into a light smile, and he said nonchalantly: "It's nothing."
He put his arm around her, stopped walking, and looked down at her fair cheeks, speaking with a particularly flat tone: "Jiang Ruan, I think you should have realized long ago."
"I don't know how to love."
"I also lack the ability to love."
Because from birth until now, love is a very unfamiliar word to him.
Even now, he finds it strange.
Jiang Ruan's breath caught, and she suddenly calmed down.
She smiled at him: "So, what do you want to say to me?"
"Are you breaking up with me?"
She spoke casually, but in reality, Jiang Ruanxin's heart was in her throat, her fingers clenched at her sides.
