A faint emotion surged in her heart, not like or love, but rather—a touch of shock and some moved feelings.
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.