On weekends, there's no need to work, and An Ruoxi nestled on the sofa where the sunlight streams in, from this angle she could see the distant ship gradually moving away, drifting like her current mood.
Her rival, regardless of wealth, background, or personal qualities, is undoubtedly the most compatible with Wei Yu. What does she have to compete with others? To compare with others?
Anyway, she hasn't even fought three rounds yet and she's already been pushed underground, sentenced to death.
Another sigh, the ringing phone pulled her wandering mind back to reality. An Ruoxi flexed her numb ankle and picked up the phone; the two characters shining on the screen made her hesitate. Since she took this step, it also meant that she and Lu Fei would never be possible.
After much contemplation, even as the phone screen dimmed, she didn't have the courage to answer.
