Yes, she had schemed and snatched Lu Niange away from Ling Momo's grasp, but she wasn't oblivious to the scene between Lu Niange and Ling Momo that had just unfolded.
Obviously, Lu Niange still harbored lingering feelings for Ling Momo...
Ling Momo gazed at Jian Chenxi's face, as blank as a sheet of paper, yet she felt immensely satisfied. She turned and left proudly, suppressing the pain in her ankle as she walked away with elegant composure.
Lu Niange watched Ling Momo's retreating figure and, for some reason, suddenly felt a wave of panic. His voice was hoarse as he abruptly spoke out, "Momo..."
Ling Momo paused for a moment, then continued walking forward. She had a vague idea of what Lu Niange wanted to say but, at that moment, she no longer had any need to listen.
Lu Niange's voice abruptly halted mid-sentence.
He stared at Ling Momo's silhouette, his gaze slightly hazy.
Ling Momo walked a few steps, then suddenly stopped. She slowly turned around to face Lu Niange.
