C323 He Knocked over a Bottle of Vinegar

Ann Xiaomin couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, as if a bottle of vinegar had been spilled. Had it really been a month since she last saw him? Could a month turn someone into a stranger? Since she chose to leave him, she had to endure this.

The delicious pastry in her hand suddenly lost its appeal. She set the plate down, not even realizing her gaze drifted back toward Gu Junbai