Ye Ranran only felt a pang in her nose before she bumped into a wall of a person.
"You haven't answered me yet."
"What's it to you?" Ye Ranran responded sharply: "If that's you showing concern, then all I can say is, thanks for the concern, but it's unnecessary."
"Moreover, if you want to play the philanthropist, please do so with someone else, not on me, as that would make me feel utterly disgusted." Ye Ranran spoke with cutting sharpness.
Indeed, times have changed, and now she is fully capable of a verbal duel with the best of them.
"I haven't been playing the philanthropist with others, nor do I have any spare love to give to others. All these years, I thought you understood me," Fu Rong lamented softly.
That voice was filled with solitude, like someone who had earnestly climbed a high mountain, finally able to overlook the splendid scenery, only to find there was no one to share it with.
Ye Ranran did understand him, but did he need her understanding?
