Then... Give Me Back My Keys

Xu Baohan froze, his face slightly stiff.

Did he have a stomachache at that time? It seemed like it, he had almost forgotten.

"Baohan, answer me honestly, I don't like to be lied to," An Lan

stared at him with a clear and calm gaze. "Actually, I have already expected the answer."

Xu Baohan lowered his gaze helplessly, "Because... I'm soft-hearted. She's my ex-girlfriend. Even though there's no feelings left, I couldn't help turning a blind eye. When I was with her, it was the most difficult time for me at work, but this isn't love. I know very well that if it was love, I would be anxious, sad, and afraid, but I didn't have it then. Perhaps... yes, there's still a part of us from the past."

An Lan smiled, but her smile was even uglier than her tears.

Although she had already guessed it, it was indeed very uncomfortable to hear it from his own mouth.