The wind blew, and Jiang Nanshu only felt an icy chill on her face.
Lu Qingyan extended his finger to wipe away her tears, asking softly, "Why are you crying?"
Jiang Nanshu: "..."
[Ah, ah, ah, what should I do? Save myself, save myself, save myself...]
She forced out a smile uglier than crying: "Tears of joy..."
"Answer my question, if you like me, then be with me, we can date and then get married."
Jiang Nanshu: "..."
[It must be Bai Yueguang pressing him too hard, making him snap back at me...it has to be that way, I, I should struggle a bit more.]