"..."
Murong Jinxiang sat there, momentarily speechless, her expression blank as if carved from stone.
Her anger dissipated as swiftly as if it had never existed.
At that moment, she felt utterly lost, bewildered, and confused.
She certainly wanted to cling to her anger, to let it fuel her response, but it was as if her anger meter had shattered, leaving her devoid of that fiery emotion.
She couldn't feel it anymore; it was just gone.
What was this sensation?
Some newfound kind of tolerance?
Had she stumbled upon some form of enlightenment?
"Jinxi... You were the first woman that I liked." Zhang Wei's unexpected confession abruptly pulled Murong Jinxiang from her contemplative state.
"Really?" She couldn't help but respond, her voice a mix of hope and skepticism.
