Yan Xinxin clenched the sketches and USB in her hand, listening to Jian Ziqing's smug proclamation.
She didn't believe it.
She refused to believe Mo Chuxi was that kind of person.
"Back at S University, Chuxi and I were the model couple that everyone on campus knew about. If you don't believe me, you can ask around."
Jian Ziqing added, her gaze growing loftier as she watched the subtle change in Yan Xinxin's expression.
"Chuxi used to treat me very well. On rainy days, he'd bring me an umbrella, worried I hadn't brought one."
She reminisced, a sickly-sweet color flooding her face.
"He once said my eyes reminded him of someone he had lost. Chuxi was deeply attached to that person. Hmm, I wonder, Mrs. Mo, do you know about this?"
"People move forward. I don't care about the past."
Yan Xinxin retorted coolly before turning to leave.
Jian Ziqing hurriedly followed after her.
