Ye Tianfan looked at Yan Feishuang; although she casually downplayed the incident as insignificant, Ye Tianfan still felt guilty.
He shouldn't vent his frustration just because he was feeling down.
Ye Tianfan regretted drinking, and also regretted what had just happened.
"Fei Shuang..."
"No need to explain. I've said it doesn't matter, I chose to." Yan Feishuang's attitude was indifferent, repeatedly reminding Ye Tianfan not to concern himself with it.
Ye Tianfan continued to look at Yan Feishuang, opening his mouth but not knowing what to say. Although Yan Feishuang seemed indifferent, Ye Tianfan knew in his heart that, after all, she was a woman. Any woman would care a lot about this matter, even a woman of the world wouldn't be completely indifferent.
Moreover, Ye Tianfan knew Yan Feishuang well. Though she had once relied on certain means to kill, it didn't mean she didn't care about those means.
