Watching his face grow increasingly unsightly, Jian Qing paused, her voice even colder, "Because you're not worthy!"
With those words, the low pressure radiating from Chu Yihen intensified even further.
If one could ignore the veins bulging on his forehead and neck, perhaps it could be assumed his mood wasn't that bad.
"Is Quan Jingwu that great?" Even with amnesia, you still favor Quan Jingwu.
His hoarse voice, filled with a touch of resentment.
Jian Qing, "He's better than you in every way."
Chu Yihen laughed self-deprecatingly, gazed deeply at her for a moment, and then lifted his foot to leave.
Barely a few steps out, he encountered Quan Jingwu coming back with coffee.
As they passed each other, Chu Yihen's icy voice drifted over.
"Quan Jingwu, sometimes I truly envy you!"
Quan Jingwu, carrying the coffee he bought, heard his words but didn't stop his stride.
