Tsk, Who Cares

Ning Xue'er was so agitated that even the veins on her forehead were bulging.

Gu Wan'an sighed softly.

A beggar that you looked down on had the thing you yearned for the most.

She understood this feeling.

At that time, looking at Shen Ziqing, she had also had this feeling.

"Destiny is always unfair, isn't it?" Her tone was gentle as she asked back.

"Heh…" Ning Xue'er pursed her lips and smiled sadly. "Who says it isn't?"

After a moment of silence, she slowly spoke again; "You- why did you forgive me?"

Gu Wan'an slightly tilted her head and asked in return; "Why did you admit that things were done by you?"

"Xiao An is quite poor, no father, no mother, only one brother, dependent on each other, can't break up a family because of me."

In fact, the most important reason was because Xiao An believed in her.

At that moment, although he was very afraid, he insisted on not betraying her.