A torrent of images flooded her mind in that single, fleeting minute. She saw Lu Jingchi’s neglect, his cold indifference, but she also saw the concern in his eyes, the gentle smile he wore as he ruffled her hair. If he never loved her, then all that neglect, all that coldness, suddenly made perfect sense. And yet, it was this very realization that hardened Jiang Lan’s resolve. Her grip on the pen