Was it compensating her? So, when she failed again and again to meet a man who truly liked her, there was such a person who appeared as elegantly as the wind, silently caring for and cherishing her? If she had any doubts about Situ Xuan’s feelings in the past, seeing this photograph affirmed to her—Situ Xuan, at the very least, truly liked her a lot.
He was outstanding and charismatic; from any angle, he could be considered perfect.
It was just unfortunate that now, she had not even the slightest romantic affection for him.
"William, I...I..." The more Jian Anning could sense his emotions, the more guilty she felt inside.
Because she did not love him and had no plans to be with him, which was why she felt guilty.
"You don’t have to feel anything, I just thought you looked beautiful in this photo, so I put it here," he said with a light smile, as if he knew what she was thinking. His gray-blue eyes shone like glaze under the crystal light, "I just hope that in the future, you won’t be so polite or distant with me. It’s like—there are mountains and seas separating us."
"How could that be?" She shook her head hurriedly, "I just..."
"Shhh—" Situ Xuan suddenly extended his long finger and gently placed it in front of her lips. The dry finger with a hint of callousness was only five millimeters from her lips, causing a light rain to seem to fall on her heart, pitter-pattering softly.
"I don’t want to be given a ’nice guy’ card, especially not to hear you say—’You’re a nice person, but we’re not suitable for each other,’" he said.
He knew everything, and because he knew everything, his actions always skirted the edge of what she could accept, leaving her unable to advance or retreat.
Nevertheless, she found it hard to endure such intimacy.
"William," Jian Anning took a slight step back to steady herself, and after a moment, she said, "I’m really grateful for your feelings for me—"
Seeing Situ Xuan wanting to say something, she shook her head, "Honestly—you are the first man to express his feelings towards me."
There’s no need to mention Lu Jiayuan, and as for that jerk Yu Zexiao, he only wanted to take advantage of her. Even if he did care, it was based on the premise that he wanted to taste her body.
As for those guys in Canada, it was the same; if a relationship wasn’t based on the intention to marry, it couldn’t be considered at all.
"You told me not to give you a ’nice guy’ card; actually, I don’t mean anything else, I just feel that I’m really not in a suitable situation for love right now. Because—I’ve been planning to return to Vancouver in a month."
"A month later?" Situ Xuan’s blue eyes flickered, puzzled.
"Yes." She nodded solemnly, "I must go back—I also need to face some things. I can no longer escape."
She had thought a lot. Rather than continue to muddle along beside Yu Zexiao, it was better to face it bravely. Whether legally or morally, her stepfather, the Cheng Family, had no obligation to hand over her marriage to a man she didn’t want to marry...