"That's right. If I want to start over, I naturally have to let go of the past." Le Yao pulled her hand away, but she still couldn't pull it out. She gestured. "Sir Jue, can you let go of me first?"
"Do you… really hate me that much?" A hint of hurt flashed across Nangong Jue's eyes, and his grip tightened.
"This…" Le Yao was instantly at a loss for words. Speaking of which, she really didn't hate him. This was because everything that had happened previously was an entanglement between him and Han Binglan. It really had nothing to do with her. After she transmigrated, other than the fact that the other party's attitude was a little bad when they first met, he actually treated her quite well. Therefore, she personally didn't hate him.
Nangong Jue sighed slightly.
