Sun Qing curled her lips and gave him a calm, waveless glance before turning her head and crisply declared,
"Zhan Se, Ai Lun, let's go. The stench of scum here is too strong; I'm getting an allergic reaction!"
"OK! Miss Sun, you're too awesome, I really admire you!" Ai Lun burst into uproarious laughter, strutting out with a sense of vindication.
Zhan Se, who had been quietly observing the scene, slightly furrowed his brows, lost in thought.
As a bystander, she was the only person at the scene with a discerning eye.
She saw Wu Qing's comrade's pale and unevenly colored handsome face, as well as his inner struggle, even self-deprecation and despair, after his love was not reciprocated; she also saw Sun Qing's inner restlessness beneath her disgust, and hidden within her righteous sarcasm, the frustration and impatience that came from hating others' lack of ambition.
However,
Even though she understood all this, she was unable to help those lost in the midst of their issues.