Rosemary is for remembrance, dear, please remember that in your heart.
—Shakespeare, "Hamlet"
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Leading Gan Yuan away, Huangfu Jue never glanced at Annie from beginning to end.
It wasn't dislike, nor was it hate… but complete disregard. To him, this woman was as if she didn't exist at all.
"Take care, you two!" Chu Xinqing waved in the direction Gan Yuan had left, then grabbed Qiao Liang's sleeve tightly, "Husband, shall we dance?"
As she spoke, her eyes were still slanting towards Annie, not forgetting to squeeze in one last taunt.
"To the miss ignored by the Duke, my apologies but I must take my leave!"
Qiao Liang's feet didn't move, "I'm tired, I don't want to dance."
He had finally come to the dance to see Gan Yuan, only to have his moment ruined by her interference; Qiao Liang was now in no mood to dance.
It seemed that her "dear husband" wasn't all that invested in her either. Watching the pair's behavior, Annie's lips curled up in a cold sneer.
