"…"
Xie Wanwan looked at her as if she had seen a ghost. "You're not in the least concerned?"
"Cheng Xin is not the first person who mentioned this." Xiang Wan showed a calm smile. "Besides, why should I mind? Although back in ancient times, such hatred and grudge might mean that a pair of lovers would never be together…"
Xiang Wan paused for a moment.
"This is actually totally unfounded. But let's assume that this matter is true - Miss Xie, how many years has the Qing Dynasty been gone? What has the younger generation got to do with the older generation?"
Xie Wanwan pressed her lips tightly together.
In just a few sentences, she was unable to utter another word.
The Xiang Wan before her seemed to have become another person.
In Xie Wanwan's heart, this Xiang Wan was completely different from the girl in Jin City who loved to wear white clothes. It was like they weren't the same person at all.
