"How is it not so? I thought you two had always been just ordinary friends," Liao Yun said, looking at her. "After all, you haven't been in touch for so many years. Although you did have some familiarity with Xiangnan before you went abroad, many years have passed. Xiangnan has always been too sentimental, and might have given Miss Lin the wrong impression."
There was a smile on Liao Yun's face as she spoke, and sincerity shone in her eyes, making those unaware think that Zhuo Xiangnan and Lin Yao had merely a common relationship.
For the first time in her life, Lin Yao felt humiliated. She bowed her head, biting her lip, and began to regret why she had followed her here. In Liao Yun's gaze, she saw undisguised contempt for herself.