Bao Yan's expression remained unchanged, "Don't bother."
He looked at Su Ran somewhat irritably, "Come with me."
Su Ran's face was ashen. Reluctant, she looked in the direction Fang Minghe had disappeared, only to unexpectedly see Jiang Nanshu there too.
She was stunningly radiant, standing there blooming like flowers, mocking her with the victorious demeanor of a female lead in a script, her sooty face scorned.
Tears fell from her eyes and shattered on the ground; she felt as if she had lost something, as if in the dreams she had, her luck had completely deserted her, reducing her to the most inconspicuous figure among ordinary people. She couldn't accept this, she had to stand at the peak, she had to be cloaked in glory and become the most dazzling presence in everyone's eyes.
She followed behind Bao Yan, whose eyes held sharp daggers, making her not even dare to meet his gaze.
