How should Ji Huan describe her feelings?
If your partner is a good match and there's no drama, nobody wants to be a widow.
Of course, there was one prerequisite—you had to be able to keep him around.
"Just because you say you won't, you won't? It's bound to happen sooner or later..."
The muttered words were like the buzzing of a mosquito, inaudible to others, but they couldn't fool the sharp-eared Guan Shan.
A vein on his forehead couldn't help but throb.
"In any case, as long as I'm alive, you can forget about it."
"That's a strange thing to say..."
Seeing Guan Shan's expression begin to darken, Ji Huan quickly changed the subject.
"You just said I still owe you something. What do I owe you?"
To be honest, Ji Huan felt Guan Shan was trying to pull a fast one on her. If anything, he was the one who owed her more.
Guan Shan's expression faltered for a moment, his gaze slowly drifting from her eyes down to her diamond-shaped lips.
