"Is it you, isn't it? Five years ago, it was also you… Yes! No!!" Eleven was grief-stricken.
"No...it was not me, Eleven..." Bai Xiaoxiao didn't know what Eleven planned to do with her, so she could only deny it."
"Sorry, I don't believe you." Eleven pushed away her hand, picked up her bag, and walked away from that spot.
She came for the meeting tonight not to confirm anything, but just to see Bai Xiaoxiao's true face. She needed a rush of anger to remind herself not to sympathize with her. The pitiful must be hated for a reason.
She had to make herself understand, Bai Xiaoxiao did not have the qualification to be forgiven by her.
Eleven didn't plan to stay here, nor did she want to care about Bai Xiaoxiao's fate.
Whatever happens to her tonight has nothing to do with her. The drug in the wine was her own doing, which is her own fault entirely.
