She took a small step back, as if letting Yu Zexiao shield her. Afterwards, she didn't even greet him, just nodded in acknowledgment.
Situ Xuan simply smiled and didn't move, but his gaze remained as gentle as ever: "Anning, what's wrong? We agreed we would stay good friends earlier. Or could it be..."
As he spoke, his gaze shifted to Yu Zexiao, "You've found someone you fancy and forgotten about me, hmm?"
His voice, compared to Yu Zexiao's, was naturally low and smooth, like an aged wine. This slight lift in tone, spoken with a hundred turns, was like savoring a vintage wine, leaving a lingering taste. This voice, if exchanged between a man and a woman in a private setting, would be undeniably captivating.
But now, when she has long cut off any lingering feelings for Situ Xuan, and with Yu Zexiao by her side, Situ Xuan's words seemed to be stirring up trouble.
