Xunwu was clearly taken aback for a moment. She finally understood what it meant to act with impunity, relying on Ling Ye's affection, disregarding people's feelings like this.
With a bitter, mocking smile, she looked at Ling Ye with a mournful gaze and grabbed his wrist: "Look, this is the woman you like. You're fighting here for her, and she tells me 'it has nothing to do with her.' Ling Ye, have you felt the emotion of being discarded like an old shoe? The way she said that is just like when you told me 'it's not important.' The feeling is exactly the same!"
Ling Ye's gaze was fixed on Ai Le, his peach-like eyes moved coldly, but firmly regained a touch of clarity.
Freeing his arm from Xunwu's grasp, he smiled casually: "This matter really has nothing to do with her. It's a debt I owe from the past, and now I'm here to repay it. From start to finish, it has nothing to do with Lele."
