Han Lie had postponed today's training until 8 o'clock.
Pan Ge stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, feeling the soreness in her body, her mind adrift.
The incident today was pretty unexpected.
Furrowing her brows, Pan Ge reflected on everything. As she replayed the events, she dwelt on the waves of discomfort welling up from the depths of her heart.
She didn't care about the incident itself. It was something that was bound to happen someday; she had long been mentally prepared for it. Although the environment and process where it happened had nothing to do with romance, and even carried intense humiliation, it was all in the past; she could let it go. The new generation of girls was different; they were clear about their loves and hates, and unashamed of their desires. What's more... it had actually been quite pleasant.
What she truly couldn't stand was the final proof: Han Lie didn't care about her that much.
