"If I were alone, I probably really couldn't bear it," Yan Xiaye didn't deny, her slender eyelashes trembled, concealing the myriad thoughts in her eyes, finally settling into a calm and serene smile on her lips, "It's different from five years ago, this time I am not alone anymore, Teacher."
Those scars were still branded in her blood and marrow, haunting her dreams night after night.
She indeed did not wish to look back, yet she was even less willing to give up on her life because of it.
Yin Baiyan felt a stir in his heart, frowning and pondering for a moment, "You... don't regret it?"
"Why should I regret it?" Yan Xiaye lifted the corners of her lips proudly, raised her chin, and playfully winked at him, "They racked their brains to smear my name, and I used them in return, barely evening the score, right?"
"Little Xiaye, you..." Yin Baiyan looked complex, and after a long while, helplessly curled his lip corners.
