Mù Qiānxún easily left Xin Liao behind.
It's not that she's heartless.
Instead, Xin Liao doesn't have a single quality that's worth trusting.
If he had a conscience, he wouldn't have committed so many unforgivable transgressions. Shouldn't he have been experiencing a change of heart? Would he even need a reminder?
It's said that 'a prodigal who returns is more precious than gold.'
But Xin Liao is certainly not a prodigal.
He's just scum.
So, Mù Qiānxún genuinely can't find any sympathy for him, regardless of his impassioned language.
When Mù Qiānxún arrived at the school entrance, suddenly exclamations echoed around her. Then, she saw that hundreds of people in black suits who looked like bodyguards, each carrying a large, vibrant bouquet of roses, had spontaneously erupted from the crowd and surrounded her, forming a circle with a diameter of about thirty meters.
The crowd initially occupying this circle was rudely dispersed through oppressive glares and behaviors.
