A face she could never forgive

Hua Jing stilled, her entire body locked in place as Zhao Yan's question echoed in her mind.

Are you running from me?

Her nails dug into her palms.

She slowly turned, her gaze colliding with his once again.

The moonlight was a thief, its silver glow exposing every sharp contour of his face, every familiar feature she had wished never to see again.

A face etched into her worst memories.

A face she had sworn to loathe for eternity.

A face that belonged to the one man she could never forgive.

Fu Jingrong.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Her chest tightened.

She wanted to deny it.

To convince herself that she was seeing things, that this was just a cruel trick of fate.

But no matter how many times she blinked, his face did not change.

The sharpness of his cheekbones.

The perfect arch of his brows.

The cold, unreadable eyes that always seemed to mock her, no matter the situation.