Thinking of this, Xiangnan's lips curled into a bitter smile. Just earlier, he could feel the hostility emanating from Xiang Qiao as he looked at him, albeit unconsciously. But what truly gripped his heart was the memory of Lin Yue and Xiang Qiao calling out to him together as "big brother." The mere thought of the incident that had unfolded downstairs made Zhuo Xiangnan's heart throb as if it was being viciously squeezed by a giant hand. No matter how much he regretted it now, it was useless; the world didn't have a remedy called regret. And all of this was his own doing—it was all self-inflicted. Haha... With that thought, Zhuo Xiangnan covered his face and let out a muffled laugh, which sounded peculiarly desolate.
After a dreamless night, Zhuo Xiangqiao woke up with a smile still on his lips. Last night, he had dreamed that he was blocking Yueyue, striding past Fang Hongxuan's group with triumphant pride, reveling in the expression on their faces.
