Qiao Xia was also a bit hungry and wolfed down her food. She grew up with good table manners, but later on, in order to survive, amidst all the hustle and bustle and boxed lunches, the delicateness nurtured in her childhood had almost been worn away.
Mu Liang, however, liked the real her very much.
"How many years did you and Li Hui date?"
"Five years." Now that she had her fill, her mood improved a lot, and she didn't mind Mu Liang bringing up Li Hui.
"Do you want revenge?"
Qiao Xia was taken aback. Did she want revenge? Actually, she hadn't thought much about it. Hatred is a double-edged sword, harming both others and oneself. She didn't want to harm others, nor did she want to hurt herself, but these were just her own wishful thinking.
She didn't want to take revenge on others, yet those who owed her continued to harm her.
"I think your idea is wrong," Mu Liang said.
Qiao Xia was puzzled, "Where is it wrong?"
