Xiang Yiran felt a sinking sensation in her heart, clutching the hem of her clothes, forcing herself not to harbor any emotions or thoughts that she shouldn't have.
Mr. Bao Yancheng and she had already become two people who were completely estranged from each other.
Or rather, more than that, they were enemies.
All that she had lost, all that she had forsaken, wasn't it all to take Wen Wanzi's and Bao Yancheng's lives!
Xiang Yiran spoke coldly: "Old flame? Bao Yancheng was never my lover."
She stood up, wrapped herself tightly in the flannel nightgown, and slowly walked towards the upstairs room.
"Indecisive and lovestruck, he simply doesn't deserve to stand beside me."
Bao Yanzhen watched Xiang Yiran's retreating back with amusement and spoke faintly: "He's dead, and you can still remain indifferent?"
Xiang Yiran half-turned, her lips curling with a hint of a smile: "I'm only afraid that he died too easily."