The lights in the city were twinkling brightly. Ning An only wore a pair of thick pajamas and sat barefoot on the balcony.

At around eight o'clock, Song Shaoyan called.

In the past few days after returning to China, he almost always took the initiative to call her.

"Have your luggage been packed?" Song Shaoyan asked.

"Um."

"You go back to New York first. I'll go there in a few days and catch up with Little Candy's Christmas party."

"It doesn't matter, you're busy with your business, and Little Candy doesn't know who you are." Ning An's implication was that it didn't matter if he came or not, she didn't care anyway.

"How can you easily break your promise to a child? As a mother, you should know this very well. Breaking your promise will cause great harm to the child's heart. I don't want to hurt her."

Ning'an: "..."

"What show is Little Candy going to perform?"

"Play the piano and play "Jasmine"."

"Then I'm looking forward to it."

"What did you expect?"

"As an uncle, can't I look forward to it?"

Ning'an: "..."

Ning An felt that Song Shaoyan was getting more and more clingy.

He had never called her before.

Nowadays, if I don’t see her for half a day, I will call her.

Ning An said calmly: "Mr. Song, I have something I don't know whether I should say or not."

"Then don't talk about it."

"I think we still have to talk." Ning An said sincerely, "Mr. Song, I hope we can keep our distance. I don't want to be misunderstood. It is no longer possible for us to be together."

On the other end, Song Shaoyan was silent.

There was a gradually dimming light in his blurred eyes, and the luster faded away.

After a while, he clarified: "I have no wrong thoughts. I know that I am no longer worthy of anyone, especially you, who is excellent and gentle. I am self-aware, and you don't need to remind me that all I have done is...

I want to do something to make myself happy, understand? Eating with you and talking to you can make me happy."

"An'an, if you don't like this kind of entanglement and unclear relationship, I can stay away. In fact, you also know that I won't live long."

Ning An has always been a soft-hearted person.

Her heart felt like it was being tightened by silk threads, making her unable to breathe.

The blood all over her body was cooling down little by little, and there was a light without warmth in her pupils.

Is she too cruel?

In the past, she would have said nothing to Song Shaoyan, but now...

Maybe all he wants is to leave contentedly...

No, no, he won't leave, the Lord of Hell doesn't want him.

"An An, please stay with me again. I know I am not qualified to ask for this... I have owed you so much over the years, and I will never have the chance to make up for it."

"Song Shaoyan, please stop calling me. Listening to you talk is very annoying."

Ning An hung up the phone.

Suddenly I felt a little depressed and couldn't breathe.

She poured half a glass of red wine into the goblet and drank it in one gulp, with the bright city night view outside the window in her eyes.

It was difficult to breathe. She pressed her heart and didn't know what she was thinking.

After a long time, she leaned against the wall, closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled, and her shoulders began to tremble as well.

The light in the corner was very dim, and there was a dim shadow on her face. She didn't know what she was thinking, and it seemed like she was thinking of nothing at all.

In my ears, there was endless silence, and no sound could be heard.

She really hates Song Shaoyan.
Chapter completed!