Looking at Zhuoyue in front of her, Jiang Xue seemed to see her past self and couldn't help but feel a trace of sympathy and pity for Zhuoyue.
"Jiang Xue, what is that look in your eyes?" Zhuoyue sensed the strangeness in Jiang Xue's gaze and couldn't help but ask.
"Nothing." Jiang Xue replied faintly, withdrawing her gaze, and asked, "What's up?"
"What did you do to Cheng Li?" Zhuoyue thought of Cheng Li crying, and his heart ached. She was his goddess, but Jiang Xue had made her cry.
"What did I do to her?" Jiang Xue sneered and asked, "Did she ask you to come?"
"Jiang Xue, do you think everyone is like you? Cheng Li didn't tell me anything. I only came to you after seeing her cry myself."
"Since she didn't say anything, how do you know I made her cry? Maybe she got sand in her eyes, that's why she cried?"
