Zhuang Jie couldn't understand. She frowned and looked at An Ye coldly. She gritted her teeth and asked, "An ye! You were pretending to be weak all morning. You're good! To think I'd believed you to some extent, yet you trampled on my trust again and again like this?"
The burning pain from her ankle made Zhuang Jie's brain lose its rationality. She felt deceived and played with, so she shook off An Ye's hand.
"My…! An Ye tried to explain her strange behavior, but when she saw Zhuang Jie and Ye Xin's resentful and mocking gazes, she suddenly felt like she couldn't excuse herself.
Her words were stuck in her throat.
That's right! How could she expect Zhuang Jie and Ye Xin to believe in her when she couldn't even explain it with common sense or science? Just now, when she was about to die, Zhuang Jie did not trust her and thought she was lying to them!
