She didn't look back at her again; Zhan Se stood with her back straight, her voice as calm as ever.
"Why should I choose to believe an outsider, rather than my own man?"
Having dropped this bombshell, she strode out of the office, seemingly nonchalant with a cloudless expression, showing no trace of hurt. Yet she knew, her mind was in complete disarray.
To tell the truth, Ai Muran's move had been truly ruthless. Especially for a woman with immense self-esteem like Zhan Se, her words were like sharp, stabbing knives, striking precisely at the most tender and fragile parts of her heart.
She walked quickly out of the Juvenile Rehabilitation Center, no longer in the mood to take the bus.
She hailed a taxi, and when she got in, there was an unusual moistness in her eyes.
Traffic was congested, and she was irritable.
