Shi Yuhuan swiftly dodged her assault, revealing his foul mood, as his deep, black eyes stared without warmth at Song Qinghuan.
Song Qinghuan returned his stare, hoping to discern something in his eyes, wondering why he gave her a bank card instead of an affiliate card.
But his inscrutable eyes revealed nothing, save for their dark depth, from which nothing could be gleaned.
"Shi Yuhuan, listen to me, I, Song Qinghuan, might not have any money, but I would never sell myself. I have no need for your money! Also, I never intended to allure you. Any fantasies I might have had about you have long been crushed. Right now, I despise you. I want to keep my distance from you, and I'd appreciate it if you would also avoid me. Take your bank card and get out of my sight!"
As Song Qinghuan spoke, scorching tears slid from her eyes, gathered on her chin, and splattered on the ground with a "splatter" sound.
