"Oh, really?"
Hearing Li Jingming's heartfelt confession, Zhong Nianyao looked indifferent, "So you regret it now, don't you?"
"That's right." Li Jingming nodded, his face a mix of remorse and affection, "Nianyao, if God gave me another chance, I would never let you down. Only now do I realize that the one who was good to me has always been by my side, yet I failed to cherish them."
To Zhong Nianyao, such a heartfelt confession was absurd. When she looked inward, her expression grew more serious, "Have you been possessed by a ghost or something?"
How else could he spout such nauseating words?
No matter if it was in the past, the present, or even the future, she could never like someone like Li Jingming. It could even be said that now, as Li Jingming stood here confessing and repenting to her, she felt absolutely nothing. If there were any feeling, it would be disgust.