Zhan Se didn't make a sound, just watching her.
After a good while, Ai Muran seemed to have made up her mind, again lifting her eyelids to look at her.
"But I hate you, I'm unfriendly to you, I've even thought about harming you... why don't you hate me? Are you trying to show how magnanimous you are?"
Tugging at the corner of her lips, Zhan Se's expression was extremely faint.
"No! I just pity you."
"Pity me?" Sarcasm glinted in Ai Muran's eyes.
Zhan Se looked at her and laughed, "Yes, weak losers always stir pity in my heart."
Her words were sharp, but not really her intention. In fact, she did feel a bit of genuine sympathy for Ai Muran, especially after the debacle at the banquet, which had clearly worn down her previously distinguished temperament. However, today her eyes were too shifty, as if hiding something eager to burst forth and consume, forcing Zhan Se to be on guard.
