113. Miss Nan's infamy spreads everywhere.

After picking up the flowers, Nan Wan reached for the glass shards on the ground without thinking.

The moment she touched them, a sharp pain shot through her fingertips, and bright red blood oozed out, stark against her pale skin.

She retracted her hand, eyes landing on the blood droplets seeping from her fingertips, the slight pain reminding her of what she had just done.

She closed her eyes briefly, wondering if she had lost her mind.

"I was just talking nonsense."

Mu Jin Huan's dark eyes, which had been lightly resting, opened.

The voice on the phone returned to its original tone, the charming words disappearing without a trace, as if it was just his imagination.

The smile between his eyebrows faded, leaving the contours of his handsome face cold and defined, his dark eyes deep as an abyss, "Is there nothing you want to ask?"

The heavy tone in his voice was profoundly cryptic to the ear.