"Don't believe what that woman in the store just said,"
Lin Yan draped her arm over Lu Chenyuan's shoulder, in no rush to get into the car; she didn't want Lu Chenyuan to overthink things.
Lu Chenyuan wasn't free to entertain wild thoughts; a few inexplicable words could never affect him.
"I didn't believe her. Why should I believe a stranger over you? Do you have a bad relationship with her?"
With a tender smile, Lin Yan felt the trust Lu Chenyuan had in her was sufficient.
He wouldn't be petty and dig up past affairs.
Of course, the events of the past were not what she had wanted - she just wished to study well, not having done anything, yet a single remark of disapproval made her an object of bullying.
To this day, Lin Yan still remembered the way those three had mockingly apologized at her sickbed.
Lin Yan hinted with a purpose, "It's alright, after all, she might not be able to speak much longer."
