She never knew that she would hate Ling Muye's touch so much.
Even just having her wrist held by him made her feel sick for a long time, and she really did not want to stay in the same place with him.
"Qianxia—" He reached out his hand to hold her again.
"Let go—" Sheng Qianxia, infuriated and embarrassed, shook him off again and left without looking back.
Looking up, she saw Gong Beiyao speaking with Ye Qiang, seemingly not glancing at her at all.
Sheng Qianxia's heart felt as if it were being pressed by a pair of invisible hands, hurting so much that she could not breathe.
Gong Beiyao—
He really did not care about her, did he? Regardless of what she was doing, being entangled with or bullied by someone, he simply did not care, right?
She really should not have come to this damn party.
She should not have come...
Sheng Qianxia just felt a sourness at the tip of her heart, her breath became rough, and she walked towards the hall, feeling wronged.
