But she was wrong again.
Tang Rui never imagined that it was Xiaoru who added fuel to the fire of her past and turned it into rumors, spreading them through this office building.
Clearly, their graduation photo was still on that desk. Clearly, she was supposed to be her best friend.
"Did you see that? This is my good friend, Xiaoru."
Tang Rui suddenly looked at Wen Xishu and said with a bitter and self-mocking tone:
"Whatever she wanted, I never fought her for it. If she wanted to be the center of attention, I was content to be a dim firefly. If she wanted to be the focus of the crowd, I would retreat into the shadows."
"Because many years ago, when I was at my loneliest, she handed me the microphone, and I thought... that was the turning point of my life."
"I used to trust her a lot; her smile was very healing for me. I never considered whether there was malice behind that smile."
