"Really?" Ghania Quinlan's heart felt tight, her gaze shifting. She didn't believe Zeus Tanzil would speak carelessly, and her hand clenched unconsciously. Despite her disbelief, she forced herself to appear convinced and said with effort, "Zayn, you don't have to comfort me. If it's her, it's okay. I didn't hope for her to do poorly. If she can get into Tsinghua University, I'd be happy for her."
Zayn Fisher always knew she was sensible and generous, which only made him feel more affectionate towards her. His eyes softened a little more, and he placed a hand on her shoulder, his voice tenderer, "After the way she treated you in the past, you can still think like this."
Ghania Quinlan presented herself in a gentle, dependent manner, "The past is past. I don't want to dwell on those things."