"You should know how big the gap is between you and Ran Qingmo," Xu Yuan said.
Tianyan's breathing hitched, and she bit down on the corner of her lip, slowly lowering her eyes.
She knew what Xu Yuan meant.
From personality to background, to experiences, to the sense of belonging to the Sects and so on—a series of factors—she had no comparability with Ran Qingmo whatsoever.
Xu Yuan slowly stood up and patted her shoulder:
"I can understand your feelings by putting myself in your shoes, but can you also try to understand mine?"
Tianyan looked at the man in front of her, her eyes already hot and difficult to contain as she lowered her beautiful eyes and closed them, taking a sniff.
The anger in her heart hadn't subsided, but she also couldn't vent it anymore.
Helplessness.
She wanted to flatten this hill as a way to release her frustration.
But she also knew that even if she did so, it would be of no use.
Xu Yuan took a deep breath:
"Ran Qingmo, go ahead and leave first."
