As the person involved, Lin Yue felt a mix of emotions while scrolling through the news, separated by a screen and countless people. It was merely due to someone's few words that they picked up the weapon named language to attack the other, and today's swarming criticisms could turn into widespread praises tomorrow for another reason.
Looking at various online comments, Lin Yue leaned back into the arms of the man behind her. No matter how much doubt or judgment came from the outside world, what did it matter? As long as the man behind her remained constant, she wouldn't care if the world harbored malice towards her.
"Why bother looking at these pointless things?" Zhuo Xiangqiao felt the emotional turmoil emanating from her and wrapped his arms around her, trying to take the tablet from her hands.
