Hen Wenjuan intended to mock An Lan alone, but accidentally hurt two other people. The classmates' gazes at Hen Wenjuan were now similar to those at Chen Zhifeng; they had seen people who spoke ill of others, but Hen Wenjuan was the only one to do so blatantly, in front of the very people she was talking about.
"Xiao Yihe and An Lan have become things of the past, and everyone should look forward. I remember seeing in the news recently that someone was pregnant with Xiao Yihe's child. Counting the time, Xiao Yihe should already have stepped up to fatherhood. We haven't congratulated him yet."
Someone stood up trying to lighten the mood, but it proved worse than saying nothing at all. Xiao Yihe's face turned dark instantly, while An Lan covered her lips with one hand, mentally revisiting all the tragedies of the past two years, managing to suppress a laugh.
