Hearing such words, Shi Mei also realized that she might be meddling too much.
She let go of his hand and said coldly, "You think I enjoy bothering about you? If it weren't for how nice your grandparents have been to me recently, do you think I'd care?"
Ling Yan cracked a self-deprecating smile, "Don't worry, with the grandparents not here, you won't be blamed anyway."
Shi Mei pursed her lips, a surge of inexplicable anger suddenly rising within her. She turned around, no longer looking at him, and said coldly, "Whether you live or die, it really has nothing to do with me. Go ahead and die if you like!"
With those words, she turned to leave.
Ling Yan was startled, quickly grabbing her hand and asked, "Are you just going to leave like that?"
"What else?" Shi Mei turned her head and said coldly, "What, should I stab you again?"
"Change my dressing first; it really hurts," Ling Yan's voice was low, showing a hint of weakness, "I'm staying just up ahead."
