Zhao Youlin's voice was not loud, but it gave people a feeling that she was determined to burn her bridges. And from the beginning to the end, Zhao Youlin did not move her eyes away from Mu Tingfeng's eyes. She was looking straight and simple into Mu Tingfeng's eyes, as if she wanted to see through his mind from his eyes.
Unfortunately, Zhao Youlin was disappointed. From the time she started talking to the end, Mu Tingfeng's gaze on Zhao Youlin never changed.
His gaze was clean yet sharp, clear yet profound. It was so complicated to the point that people simply could not see through what he was thinking in his mind.
Time passed little by little. Every minute and every second was a torture for Zhao Youlin.
Once, she thought that after dying once, she became able to care less about what anyone in this world thought about her and she would only live this life for herself alone.
