With her head bowed, tears dripped onto the floor. Han Qianqian did not regret the decision she had made, but she truly missed Shi Annuo.
Song Qinghuan fell silent for a long while, then softly asked, "If you have something to say, just say it!"
"Could you please talk to your brother for me? I want to see you all, you're all my friends," Han Qianqian said, her face streaming with tears.
Song Qinghuan curled her lips, scoffing coldly with a laugh, "Do you want to see us, or do you want to see Annuo?"
The exposed Han Qianqian, her face somewhat embarrassed, bit her lip, "I... I..." She stuttered for a long time without being able to form a complete sentence.
Song Qinghuan sat down leisurely on the sofa, leaning back and looked up at her, her eyes narrowing as if recalling, "In the past, Annuo loved you so much, but you didn't treat Annuo as important at all. Summoned at a whim and dismissed just as easily—I've been very curious, what did you consider Annuo to be?"
