Music recommendation: I miss you, I'm sorry— Gracie Abrams.
Anning's pov
"I don't care." I added, soon after.
I wonder how she felt now that her own words were being thrown right at her.
Wanqing frowned at me, turning to look at Xiao Qingyue before saying, "You don't care?"
"No, I do not."
"You can't do that. You served me before and you're doing it again." She said coldly, leaving no room for arguments or objections.
Funny enough, I wasn't going to argue with her. I didn't have the strength to.
"And now, I don't want to." I said, smiling politely. "It happens."
I watched something unusual flicker across her expression before disappearing. I ignored it.
Why? Because what exactly was I supposed to do?
Be grateful? Whine about it or throw myself at her feet because she'd suddenly remembered I existed?
That wasn't going to be possible. I had spent these past few months picking myself back together.
