Su Luo said a lot about the pros and cons, but Lu Mian just dug at her ear with some disgust.
"You sure talk a lot."
She lazily drew small circles on the ground with her toes and handed the notes back to Su Luo, her voice leisurely, "I'm only doing this for Teacher Ding. What do the other things have to do with me?"
What do the other things have to do with me?
Su Luo repeated her words, watching her receding figure, clenching the notes in a daze.
A sourness suddenly surged up her nose, and she closed her eyes self-mockingly.
She gained fame at a young age, held herself in high esteem, fought against Lu Mian several times, looked down on her, until she was harshly slapped in the face last time. The winning and losing, honor, and pride she cared about were nothing in Lu Mian's eyes, as light as clouds and wind.
What Lu Mian cared about was only the people she chose to care about.
