Eleven swallowed, feeling utterly exhausted. She took a deep breath, pulled Ning End's hand off her, her voice icy cold: "You've mistaken me for someone else, I'm not Qianxun."
In Eleven's eyes, there seemed to be ripples. However, no one could tell why, perhaps she was just drunk.
Her head was still spinning, her body swaying, she avoided Qin Siwen and Ning End.
However, Ning End wouldn't give up. She retreated a few steps to block Eleven's way: "How could you not be Qianxun? You look just like her! Qianxun, where have you been all these years?"
Ning End wanted to say something else, but considering the people behind her, she swallowed her words.
Eleven felt a headache and felt weak talking to them, she didn't want to speak. Thus, she responded with visible annoyance, "I've told you I'm not Qianxun. Haven't you had enough? My name is Fang Eleven!"
"Fang Eleven..." Ning End froze.
