Zhuang Jinshu's face darkened, "Ming Ge!"
"I know my name is very pleasant to hear, but Miss Zhuang doesn't need to shout it so loudly," Ming Ge said with a smile.
Is your name more pleasant than mine?!
Zhuang Jinshu thought bitterly.
Huh?
Does something feel off here?
Yin Hao saw Zhuang Jinshu was so upset by Ming Ge that she was nearly in tears, and couldn't help but console her in a low voice, "Miss Jinshu, Ming Ge is always sharp-tongued. Even my brother and Ruwei have..."
Alas.
The good-looking man exuded a subtle air of melancholy, and even his unfinished words tugged at the heartstrings.
People always think they have it the worst when there's no one to compare to.
But, once there is a comparison...
It turns out, it's not just me Ming Ge has picked on—Yin Hao and his sister Ruowei, too.
All at once, Zhuang Jinshu felt healed as if her once fragile heart—convinced it could never love again—was able to love once more.