"Zhou Yan... senior, Qingyang was wrong."
Gongcheng Qingyang had awakened by this time, but his gaze had turned incomparably indifferent, looking at Yang Liuying as if she were a stranger.
The greatest distance in this world is when two people who once loved each other meet again, only to be strangers.
Gongcheng Qingyang was now in such a state.
He no longer loved, but also no longer hated, because neither love nor hate were worth it, not at all.
His previous death was like that of a clown, a joke, ridiculous and humble.
His death held no value whatsoever! It didn't bring about a moment of conscience in Yang Liuying; if not for Zhou Yan's intervention, everyone would have perished here.
Thus, Gongcheng Qingyang saw through it all, deciding that from now on, he would live for himself and for those who cared about him, rather than for those whom he cared about but did not care about him.
