Qiao Nian had one hand in her pocket. She was about to pull down her baseball cap in frustration when she remembered that she had just taken a shower and was not wearing a cap at all.
She did not look into Jian Jin's eyes and tried to look calm.
"I hate betrayal the most.
"Especially a friend's betrayal.
"Because we will only give our backs to the people we trust. If I'm stabbed in the back, even if I won't hate them, we can't go back to the past."
The girl's voice was calm and composed. Her tireless tone made people calm down for no reason, but the discomfort was no better than a slap from Qiao Nian.
At the very least, Jian Jin hoped that Qiao Nian could slap her. It was better than this sentence: We can't go back to the past.
"Qiao, Big Boss Lu never wanted to hurt you, and neither did I." Jian Jin's starry eyes flickered as she said with difficulty, "He had his own difficulties. I—"
She could not say her difficulties.
