Returned to F City III

"Jiang Ruolan, I know you haven't forgotten the past." Han Xuegang held on to her hand, his voice breaking through the air. "Neither did I!"

Jiang Ruolan immediately raised her eyes, and the frost in them became even stronger.

"If you are willing to listen to my explanation, I ..."

"I don't want to!" Her voice was cold, and so was her gaze. She forcibly pulled her hand away from his and dropped the phone to the ground.

The worn-out phone was initially in pieces when it landed on the ground, but now the phone's cover was torn off its body. Jiang Ruolan bent down to pick up the phone. She removed the sim card from inside and then threw the completely broken phone into the corner's trash can.

As she threw it away, she felt Han Xuegang's gaze on her.

She turned around. "Some things are just habits. They don't mean anything else."