Chapter 650: Proud, Poison-Tongued, and Ugly_1

Song Yan looked down, gazing at the woman's head shrouded in darkness.

His lips twitched slightly.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry. It's too cold. Let's get going. I have a performance today. I can't delay it for too long. Hurry up!"

Xu Ru abruptly lifted her head, raised her voice and roared, then without turning her head, straightaway snatched the blanket from Song Yan's hand, ready to leave.

But her wrist was caught by Jiang Ruan.

She squinted her eyes, "Why are you panicked?"

Xu Ru: "….Where am I?"

Her face looked ashen.jpg

Jiang Ruan stroked her chin, her eyes couldn't help but glance in Song Yan's direction. The man's smile lacked sincerity, it was superficial, his presence felt distant, as if separated by thousands of miles, unreachable.

There are some people.

Just one glance.

Would make you understand.

Even if you give your all, hollow yourself out, you still can't warm them, can't get close, can't touch them.

This man made her feel precisely that.