"But your envy, your concern, your admiration and jealousy, what can they bring you?"
Mo Shangjun's tone was slow and calm.
She didn't get involved in Shen Qing's emotions, causing Shen Qing to be unable to vent any further, leaving her stunned.
Shen Qing glanced at Mo Shangjun, as if to say: "You're not me, you can't understand."
"Can't I just say a few words?" Shen Qing said angrily.
In her eyes, Mo Shangjun had already become a cold-blooded and uncommunicative person.
It was just that there was only Mo Shangjun here, so she chose to continue talking to her.
"Sure," Mo Shangjun lay back, resting her hands behind her head, crossing her right leg over her left knee, lazily looking at the sky. "Life is a lifetime, and if you want to live in this kind of emotion, that's your choice."
"Don't you care at all?" Shen Qing asked unwillingly.
