Yun Bixue didn't realize that when she was with Xie Limo, she would unknowingly feel at ease. Even her way of speaking would be more casual.
Xie Limo drove as he listened to Yun Bixue whine heatedly. "My dear, do you despise Miao Zifu?"
"I don't despise her, but I feel drained just by looking at her. She's so pretentious and hypocritical." The thought of Miao Zifu was a constant reminder of how naive and kind-hearted she'd been in her university days, and also the ups and downs of that period. She felt sentimental.
Xie Limo watched the exhausted expression on Yun Bixue's face, and his gaze froze. He said blandly, "My dear, you don't need to fret over such insignificant people anymore."
