On the small road, Ye Ling stood there, her face pale as paper under the light. Xu Niannian saw her trembling and quickly reached out to support her.
"Little Ling..."
Ye Ling lowered her head in a panic, tears rolling down unexpectedly. She took a deep breath. "Niannian, don't call me. Let's go quickly."
Her voice was choked with sobs. She never expected that they would overhear the conversation between Sheng Junlie and Huo Chi by the lake.
She knew that Sheng Junlie didn't love her, but when she heard him say so decisively that she was the least likely person he would ever fall in love with, she still felt hurt.
The least likely to love her, yet he kept her by his side day and night without shame.
Sheng Junlie, he really had no heart.
Xu Niannian looked at her heartbroken expression, her eyes burning with anger. She clenched her fists, feeling sorry for Ye Ling.
