Gu Yi'an no longer wanted to look at Lu Moran's expression; it wasn't the person she used to know.
She walked straight ahead and exited.
However, just as she passed by Lu Moran, he grabbed her wrist.
"Anan, don't go," Lu Moran's voice was full of pain.
Gu Yi'an's face instantly turned cold. Her voice turned even colder, and her eyes were indifferent, "Let go."
If it had been Lu Moran from five years ago, he would have let go immediately.
But now, his grip was tight, even hurting Gu Yi'an, yet he still didn't let go.
"Anan, are you… okay?"
Every word pierced Gu Yi'an's heart like a sharp blade, leaving it riddled with holes.
"Mr. Lu, whether I'm okay or not, what does it have to do with you?" Gu Yi'an's smile looked flawless, but if one looked closely, they would see her other hand, hidden behind her back, was trembling slightly.