Zhang Xuelian rubbed her eyebrows, listening to Yang Chen's words, but there was no anger in her expression. Instead, she opened her eyes wide in amazement, revealing a captivating smile.
She laughed, her smile blooming like a flower, stunningly beautiful: "Yang Chen, if you speak like this, it only means that you don't like me yet."
"Indeed, I have no reason to like you." Yang Chen shrugged. "If you think your beauty, talent, and martial arts cultivation can make me adore you and pursue you, then it's just impossible. Adoration and liking are two different concepts. And more to the point, I don't adore you at all."
If it were his previous life, where he hadn't experienced much, it would be normal to be smitten with a beautiful woman. But ever since he was betrayed by Hua Wanru, he had become indifferent to many things.
Zhang Xuelian's red lips parted slightly as she said, "You're right. You don't like me. But when it comes to matters of destiny, you can't stop it if it comes."
