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Mai Xiaomai's expression at that moment was one of indifference, as if she were an outsider watching a play, calmly observing them, her pupils void of any ripples.
This cold detachment, as if it were a blade of ice, scraped directly towards Qiao Chutian's heart, leaving him feeling cold, a touch of loss and disappointment.
So, she really didn't care about him at all!
Qiao Chutian, with a petulant heart, let go of Qiao Danfeng's hand, stood up, and took Lin Na's hand, his voice tender, "Alright, Nana, let's talk over there."
Lin Na, seeing that Qiao Chutian was willing to go with her, cast a victor's glance at Mai Xiaomai, who still sat unmoving.
Mai Xiaomai watched the two holding hands, walking towards the big tree not far away.
The originally indifferent expression on her face gradually faded.
At that moment, her heart felt as though it had entered a desert, barren and desolate...
Her hand, holding chopsticks, tightened slightly.
