Mu Yanchen continued walking forward expressionlessly. He did not know what he was thinking, but his mind was in a muddle. In the midst of this chaos, it was as if he could hear countless voices going round in his head.
Suddenly, he heard from behind him, Meng Qingxue seemed to have broken down in exhaustion.
"Yanchen! Are you willing to give me a minute? I… I have something to tell you!"
She shouted these words with all her remaining energy.
Mu Yanchen stopped abruptly but did not turn around.
Meng Qingxue could not walk anymore. She bent over, supporting her own weight with her hands on her knees. She seemed rather anxious, but as she tried to catch her breath, her tears rolled down uncontrollably.
"Is it fun to misinterpret my words? Can't you distinguish between angry words, envious remarks, and seriousness?"
