Jiang Nanshu hadn't expected the encounter to be so sudden, and yet it was precisely during the act of committing murder that he saw her.
She was not a good person, but Zhou Yanxu had taught her kindness and virtue from a young age because he liked it.
So she would become anyone for him.
If he were still here...
He definitely wouldn't want to see her hands stained with blood.
Jiang Nanshu instinctively withdrew his hand behind his back, his left hand holding a dim light, not bright enough to reveal his expression clearly.
Jiang Nanshu averted his eyes, "Don't recognize."
After a long moment, Zhou Yanxu's lips spread into a tender, elegant smile, "You're lying."
It was a night of flashing lightning, yet his smile seemed to hold a brightness that couldn't help but draw Jiang Nanshu's attention.
She felt a little sour inside, and somewhat aggrieved.
What was this...
Eight years.
She had almost forgotten him, and now he had appeared again.
