At this moment, Jiang Xinyi's pout could hang an oil bottle, the very image of a deserted wife.
Yet, Zhou Yuwen, upon seeing her, pretended to be dumb and asked with a surprised face: "Who's upset the Princess? Is the piano not pleasant to listen to?"
"You really have the nerve to say that!"
Jiang Xinyi's voice carried a hint of melancholy; it had taken much effort to arrange an outing with Zhou Yuwen to watch a piano performance, and she had dressed up carefully, filled with anticipation just a moment ago.
But Zhou Yuwen was distracted throughout the event.
Jiang Xinyi felt as though Zhou Yuwen did not care about her at all.
She was six years older than Zhou Yuwen, but at this moment, Jiang Xinyi had gradually started to ignore the age difference in their interactions, vaguely beginning to depend on Zhou Yuwen, seeking emotional value from him.
