"Of course they won't chase after you, especially as Gu Mingyu himself is hardly safe."
Upon hearing An Ling's words, Xie An replied indifferently.
All the while he spoke, Xie An's gaze lingered on An Ling's face. Seeing the unchanging expression in her eyes, he chuckled to begin his next sentence, "Weren't you always infatuated with Gu Mingyu? Why are you now so indifferent to news of him?"
"Ever since he sent me to the sanatorium, I stopped loving him. It's true that I liked him, but I wasn't in his heart, wasn't I? Given such circumstances, why should I be bothered about him?"
In An Ling's eyes, there was only apathy and estrangement. Seeing her expression, Xie An smiled, "It's best that you understand this and stay here in peace."
