Di Jinxuan couldn't be bothered with him, quietly taking out a tissue to wipe the window, sipping her coffee with a slurping sound.
She actually wanted to ask Nangong Jin about Miao Wu, but she didn't quite know how to bring it up.
After some thought, she eventually pursed her lips, deciding not to ask.
She had already decided to trust him. That was his past, which had nothing to do with his present and future anymore.
The girl named Miao Wu was already dead, so what was there to fuss about?
Even if he had once liked Miao Wu, what did it matter now that she was gone, and all that was in the past?
Why should she trouble herself with knowing?
If you know it's probably a pile of crap, would you still want to try it?
Some things, once you know them, you can never be as carefree as when you didn't. So, if possible, she didn't intend to find out.
Even if Nangong Jin wanted to tell her, she wouldn't want to know. She was smart enough not to look for trouble when there wasn't any.
