Ou Manhui said, "Qianxia, I'm just worried about you..."
She knew that Qianxia cared a lot about Ling Muye, otherwise she wouldn't have endured her own disgust these past two months to keep him around.
She had compromised again and again, and Qianxia was not as repelled by her as before.
But, every time they talked about Ling Muye, their relationship, which had finally warmed up, would once again drop to freezing point.
"Ling owes you nothing, nor does he owe me or anyone of us. I'm already thankful that he's willing to help me. Why must you pick faults with others?" Sheng Qianxia asked her.
"Qianxia..." Ling Muye tugged at the hem of her clothes.
Ou Manhui stayed silent without a word.
She remembered her former self.
The former her wanted to run away from home, to be with Sheng Shaocheng when the whole world was against it. Yet, she felt the more people opposed her, the more she needed to prove to them that she was right.
