During three years of high school, Jia Xuan and Zhong Ling always had a certain interaction pattern, where Zhong Ling constantly viewed her with hostility, while Jia Xuan always ignored her.
At this moment, it was the same. Zhong Ling's gaze was filled with venom, while Jia Xuan's expression was indifferent.
Jia Xuan lightly lifted the corner of her lips and asked softly, "Did you come to find me for something?"
Zhong Ling's tone seemed much sharper compared to Jia Xuan's, "Zhan Jiaxuan, are you here to laugh at me?"
Jia Xuan felt bored, "It's truly ridiculous. I'm newly married, spending every minute getting cozy with my husband to cultivate our relationship. Where would I have the time to think of a small character like you?"
The term "small character" angered Zhong Ling, feeling like a dull knife slowly piercing into her heart, hurting her deepest emotions.
Zhong Ling had always felt inferior in front of Jia Xuan.
