Yan Qingsi wore a wry smile, defiance in her eyes. She stared at Su Xiaosan head-on without flinching.
There was none of the tears from last time. Her heart was light; her expression was bright.
Yan Qingsi was actually not an arrogant person, but once she was, it made people want to smack her.
Yan Qingsi's curved lips and sharp eyes resembled a flower at its full bloom, never to wither—colorful and poisonous.
People always liked to throw effort into useless endeavors, and maybe they could never break free of the habit after a long while. However, it probably only took a moment to understand circumstances.
In the ward, Yan Qingsi had felt a twinge of guilt when she saw Su Xiaosan.
She always felt that she should have fulfilled her promise, but how could she went back on what she had said after such a short period of time? The other party was not wrong; she was at fault here.