"I..." Yang Yingying was at a loss for words.
"What's wrong, doesn't it sound familiar?" Mu Ran looked at her with a half-smile.
Yang Yingying pressed her lips together and weakly said, "It does sound a bit familiar."
"Wow, so you knew, huh, I thought your brain was broken," Mu Ran said sarcastically.
Yang Yingying lowered her head, feeling guilty.
She didn't want it to be this way.
Sometimes thoughts just can't be controlled.
Even though she was with Qiu Wenguang out of vanity, she found herself falling for him in an inextricable way through various events.
But she didn't want Mu Ran to worry too much; she was busy and needed to grow up herself, "Go catch your flight, I'm much better now, and I'll think about how to handle it myself; I'm not a child anymore!"
"Really?"
Mu Ran looked at her pink hair and her height, finding it hard to say she was grown-up.
Perhaps she had grown up, but in Mu Ran's eyes, she was just like a delicate Barbie doll.
