When Song Qinghuan heard all this, she felt one word: "Fake!"
What? A demon dwelling in her? Ah! Was she acting in a soap opera? Or taking her for a fool.
But outwardly, Song Qinghuan didn't say anything, she just sneered, "Enough, there's no need to say more, the past is the past."
She really couldn't stand her melodramatic airs. Besides, the past was indeed in the past, but as for the future, it was impossible for them to have any intersection.
Next time she meets Yu Yang, she will make things clear that she and Bai Rubing can never be friends again.
But to Bai Rubing, it seemed to carry a different meaning, she smiled happily: "Qinghuan, have you forgiven me?"
"There's no matter of forgiving or not forgiving. You and I are people from two different worlds," Song Qinghuan's words were layered, evidently creating a distance between them.
Yet, Bai Rubing smiled: "I know, but I am already very happy."
