In her eyes was swirling hatred and pain, she was not a saint. Without seeing Yi Jiao, she could deceive herself into thinking nothing had happened, but seeing Yi Jiao, her heart could not calm down.
Her past was too heavy.
Si Han smiled slightly, a smile tinged with wickedness, such questions were second nature to him, and he didn't need to think.
"What kind of answer do you want to hear?"
He had no intention of answering her directly.
Nian Duoduo didn't know what answer he would give her; she didn't even want to know. It was just the emotions of that moment that made her angrily ask the question; she didn't expect an answer from Si Han.
She lowered her head, and a gloomy aura surrounded her.
"Si Han, when even a quiet life becomes a luxury, do you think people will be driven mad?"
