"Miss Zhao seems to be doing quite well..."
Li Yan also showed a smile on his face and nodded slightly.
Reuniting with an old friend naturally put him in a good mood.
Although there were many romantic rumors about the two of them around Pingkang Square in Chang'an, they both knew that this joy had nothing to do with romance.
Talking about romance is a joke.
One, having lived two lifetimes, had seen enough of people's fickle hearts and was accustomed to seeing relationships dissolve for profit, so he would naturally not, and could not, focus on romance.
The other, having wandered the world since childhood, believed even less in such things.
If true love were easy, why would so many praise it?
Between them, there was more of a tacit understanding.
In Zhao Wanfang, Li Yan saw his former self—lonely since childhood, driven by the call for revenge, merely using it as a motivation to live and move forward.
And Zhao Wanfang envied Li Yan's ability to control his own destiny.
