Xie Zhang's eyebrows were tightly knotted, and he did not relax just because of Bian Yue's leisurely demeanor. He stared at Bian Yue and said in a low voice: "Take advantage of Li Tingmo not noticing yet, Bian Yue, stop going on like this."
Bian Yue's hand holding the wine glass paused; she drained the wine in her glass in one gulp, her eyes glinting with a cold light: "Xie Zhang, this is my own business, what right do you have to persuade me here?"
"Just on the premise that we grew up together, I've watched you step by step get to where you are today. I know it's not been easy for you, Bian Yue, you now have a great life. Why can't you just let go of the past?"
But Bian Yue lowered her head, looking down from the balcony, the traffic and people below seemed exceptionally tiny due to the height.
"Can you put aside all the matters of the past? Xie Zhang, don't you have nightmares? Dreaming about Wen Jiayi jumping off the building?"
