They stopped at a deserted pavilion.
Ye Jun leaned against a pillar with a cigarette in hand and turned to ask her, "Can you stand the smell?"
Nan Jiaojiao nodded, indicating she didn't mind.
Ye Jun was really so angry that he wasn't thinking clearly, taking several attempts to light his cigarette, his hands shaking holding the smoke, even the rings he blew were bent and twisted.
"How long have you known?"
"A month ago."
"Knowing that...you still agreed to marry Shen Shichu?"
Ye Jun originally wanted to ask more bluntly, but those words were too vile, he couldn't bring himself to say them.
Moreover, in his memory, this sister had always been the quietest, demure and clever, though occasionally he felt her gaze was too sharp and cold. Nevertheless, she had never done anything out of line. Although she wasn't exactly lovable, he found himself paying extra attention to Nan Jiaojiao.
He wanted to make up for the familial love she had missed out on when she was younger.