If Qiao Ling is a woman with deep schemes, then Lin Ruan is certainly no worse when compared to her.
Although Lin Ruan doesn't know what exactly she wants to do, she absolutely won't let down her guard.
"I think Miss Qiao is mistaken. You are sad about your own matters, and I am sad about mine. We are not alike," Lin Ruan smiled and tactlessly exposed Qiao Ling's wound, "Miss Qiao grew up with him, so naturally, your feelings are far deeper with him than mine. It's safe to say your heartbreak must be deeper than mine, right?"
Qiao Ling's face subtly changed, her innermost thoughts callously revealed; the taste was indeed unpleasant.
"Love doesn't have depth, when you fall for someone, you just fall for them. When you're hurt, you're just hurt. Can Miss Lin truly say she is not feeling at all uncomfortable now?"
Lin Ruan pulled a chair over and sat down gracefully, swirling the red liquid in her glass, and said, "There is no obstacle that cannot be overcome."
