When Nan Huaiyu strode over in this direction, Nan Wan instinctively protected her belly and took a step back.
It was a small movement, but in Nan Huaiyu's eyes, it was a clear sign of rejection and… fear.
A faint arc curved at the corner of his lips, laden with mockery.
He came steeped in darkness, and the closer he got, the denser the hostility surrounding him became, step by step forcing Nan Wan into the corner, and then he asked her, "Wanwan, just how much do you hate me?"
There was a dried bloodstain at the corner of his mouth, yet his voice was soft and slow, at odds with his current appearance.
Nan Wan's tightly clenched fists slowly relaxed, she looked away, and laughed softly, "There is love before hatred. How narcissistic of you to think I would have such feelings for you."
Before Jiang Xiaoman was taken away, she said he knew nothing about those matters, and whether true or false, she could not know.
