——Marry Meng Shu.
Kang Yunxi took a few minutes to digest these four words.
Meng Shu?
She held the hot cup with both hands, at this moment, it was as if she had lost the sense of pain.
At the desk, Song Baiyan had taken off his suit, rolling up the cuff of his left shirt sleeve while speaking: "Meng Shu is a year younger than you. It's not too much to say you two are 'childhood sweethearts'. I remember when you were in middle school, he liked to follow you everywhere, coming to Song Family often just to be near you."
"All these years he's been running to Country F so diligently, I'm afraid it's also for you."
His gentle yet confident tone made her heart sink.
In the study room, the warm yellow lights reflected the retro and simple wallpaper. Under the tranquility, Kang Yunxi could not feel peace; instead, there was an indescribable oppression.
She raised her head, what she saw was Song Baiyan's deep yet gentle face.
Yet this gentleness was tied to cruelty.
