So it was him who resolved her matters back then.
She hadn't realized that this was how others saw her.
With a bitter smile, she didn't know what she was thinking, it was all so confusing.
Indeed, she shouldn't have come out, she should have stayed inside the Window of the World, doing nothing.
Then she wouldn't have felt such a huge sense of disillusionment.
An Ran washed her face with cold water, walked out, and was suddenly dragged to a corner with her mouth covered at a turn.
Terrified, she wanted to scream.
But a gentle voice whispered in her ear, "Xiaoran, it's me!"
The tension in An Ran's body broke, and she turned back, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at him, Shen Qingyang.
"Brother Qingyang, why are you here?"
She pulled Shen Qingyang further in, for safety, for security.
Shen Qingyang looked at her face, which had become quite haggard, and her eyes seemed to carry a faint mist, feeling utterly furious inside.
"Come, I'll take you away from here."
