The moment the exam ended, Tu Ling's face turned ghastly pale, her hands tightly clenched into fists at her sides so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh, yet she felt no pain at all.
When she came out of the examination room, Jiang Yuan noticed that her face looked unusual and couldn't help but ask, "Are you okay?"
Tu Ling lifted her eyes to look at her and said coldly, "Are you enjoying my misfortune?"
Jiang Yuan pursed her lips, "I didn't mean that." She didn't know when their relationship had become so cold – not exactly freezing, but often she was treated as if she were invisible.
Tu Ling had felt her dislike from the beginning of the semester when she returned to the dormitory. Initially, she thought it was just because of her cold personality, but at this moment, it was impossible to deceive oneself any longer.
