His tone was clearly indifferent, lightly spoken, yet it still pierced Dong Yingluo's heart like the sharpest knife.
"Ji Yebai..." Dong Yingluo's beautiful face was filled with hurt, "Am I really nothing to you?"
Ji Yebai laughed, a colder laugh than when he wore a stern face.
"To me, some people are unique. Others are just passersby."
He stood up. "I am grateful to you for what happened back then, but it does not serve as shackles to coerce me. If you wanted to catch up with me as a friend, I could welcome you back. But if it's more than that, then, I have nothing to say to you."
Dong Yingluo's heart plummeted from the peak to the valley like a roller coaster.
All those self-presumptive expectations she harbored were shattered to dust by Ji Yebai.
So this man could indeed be this resolute.
She thought she was special to him, but to him, she was merely a passerby.
