The more he spoke, the more uneasy Jian Anning felt. His gentleness was like a vast net, capturing her entirely, then gradually tightening, making it hard for her to breathe.
But the problem was, she and Situ Xuan were no longer in that kind of relationship. She had already made it clear to him that she didn't want him to ruin what little friendship they had left.
"William..."
"I know." Situ Xuan lifted the corners of his mouth, his eyes gentle like water, "Even if I were to find a wife in the future, I'd choose a socialite of equal status. Just like... how my fiancée left me."
As he spoke, he put down his coffee cup, his fingers gently caressing the silver ring, as if comforting a lover.
For some reason, although what he said seemed irrelevant to her, Jian Anning felt a slight sense of strangeness.
