Ni Yang was no saint, and she acknowledged she owed Wu Yanyun nothing.
She had said all that needed to be said, and since Wu Yanyun did not understand her and had even cast her as a villain beyond redemption, there was no need for her to humbly beg for Wu Yanyun's forgiveness.
Ni Yang was never one to swallow her pride.
She certainly had no masochistic tendencies!
"Are these words you spoke today truly from the heart?" Ni Yang slightly lifted her gaze, her eyes tranquil and undisturbed.
Wu Yanyun was stunned for a moment.
She had never seen Ni Yang like this.
She had thought Ni Yang would continue to plead with her, but instead, Ni Yang was so calm, so eerily composed that it put a chill in Wu Yanyun's heart.
They were only a year apart in age, but in that moment, Wu Yanyun felt as though she were standing before an elder.
Why should Ni Yang stand before her with such an air of superiority?
It was Ni Yang who owed her!
Hadn't Ni Yang come to seek her out?
