Lu Jianshen's tall figure immediately stiffened, and in the dark of night, he clenched his fists tightly, struggling to suppress the collapse and discomfort inside his heart.
Nan Xi caught up with him and was about to speak when Lu Jianshen suddenly turned around, his sharp eyes piercing as he enunciated each word, "I, don't, want."
Not at all.
Not in the slightest.
He was truly despicable, staying here to listen to her talk about her deep-sea love with another man.
Upon hearing his words, Nan Xi's complexion turned deathly pale, as if all the blood had drained from her face.
She had mustered all her courage, so happy, so elated to tell him: It's you, you fool, the person is you!
But what she heard was his rejection.
Biting her lip, Nan Xi braced herself to speak again, "Do you really not want to know?"
"If I say, that person is..." you.
Before she could finish the last word, Lu Jianshen suddenly reached out and covered her lips with his hand.