Wei Anning instinctively walked toward him, but Gong Ting reached out to block her. "Ning'er, don't go!"
Wei Anning looked up at him. Toward Gong Ting, she indeed felt a sense of familiarity. From the moment they first met, this feeling had followed her. Until now, she finally understood—the reason he kept appearing before her, even telling her about that old story, was all for her.
But she already had Leng Youchen. She wouldn't waver, wouldn't hurt the people around her. "Mr. Gong, he is my lover."
A shadow of gloom flashed across Gong Ting's handsome face. Lover? They were merely thrown together by coincidence—what kind of lovers were they? "Ning'er, for this man, are you really willing to abandon your parents, your true identity?"
Wei Anning froze. "My parents… You know where they are?"
