Sang Xiaxia couldn't figure it out herself, and it didn't matter what others said.
However, it was quite apparent that Sang Xiaxia wasn't the type of person to stay devoted after being mistreated countless times.
Sang Xiaxia's character was more of the eye-for-an-eye type.
If you have no interest, then I'm done.
Since you won't let me live peacefully, then let's not carry on!
Ye Xingbei turned her head to look out the window.
Sang Xiaxia hadn't gone far.
She was just standing under a tree by the roadside.
Song Yingzheng was there speaking earnestly.
Sang Xiaxia's face was frosty, showing no sign of relenting.
Song Yingbo had talked until his mouth was dry, but Sang Xiaxia only looked at him coldly and didn't utter a single word.
Song Yingbo was very anxious, yet felt helpless.
