Nan Zhi's heart tightened when she heard Mu Sihan's words. She thought she was able to calm her emotions but they only spiralled out of control.
Why did he say that?
What was she afraid of? What did he think she was afraid of?
After meeting Tiantian in the elevator, why was it such a coincidence that he would be outside the washroom of the skiing ground?
Too many coincidences were obviously not coincidences anymore.
There was only one explanation. He was watching her.
Nan Zhi turned around and looked at him, trying to keep her beautiful face as calm as possible. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Mu Sihan closed the lid of the lighter with a snap.
Straightening his body, he strode over to Nan Zhi on his long legs.
In the cold snow, he was not wearing a hat, his hair short and neat, his handsome face was more well-defined under the interplay of light and shadow.
Nan Zhi's heart tightened.