Her complexion was not good, and her gaze swept over Bian Yue, landing precisely on Li Sihe. She said calmly, "Do you have time? There are some things I would like to clear up with you, taking advantage of today's opportunity."
Her voice was cold, tinged with a bit of desolation.
Li Sihe looked at her and, after a moment, stood up and followed Zhuang Jie Ning to a side hall.
Zhuang Jie Ning's steps were unsteady, as if she lacked strength. Throughout the walk there was an ineffable sense of exhaustion.
The two sat down in the side hall, and Zhuang Jie Ning picked up a pair of scissors from the table, her eyes reflecting contemplation.
"What are you going to do?" Li Sihe frowned, a cold chill in his eyes.
"Do you have paper?" Zhuang Jie Ning asked, "Just white paper will do."
Li Sihe didn't know what Zhuang Jie Ning wanted to do, but at this moment, he didn't want to have any conflict with her.
