Ouyang Hao didn't move his gaze, his lips curled into a faint smile. In his eyes, there was indifference and calm, mixed with disdain and sarcasm.
Lin Yixun couldn't help but feel a wave of sadness. Why was she here? Why did she, like a fool, let Leng Yixiu do such things to her in front of so many people?
But this wasn't what Lin Yixun cared about the most. What she cared about the most was that Ouyang Hao was also here. Over the years, she had faced too many cold stares, it seemed she had already grown used to it. Yet she realized that in this world, there was one person's cold stare she couldn't bear, and that was Ouyang Hao's.
Anyone in the world could look down on her, could belittle her, anyone but Ouyang Hao. Even if Ouyang Hao treated her with icy indifference, like a stranger, it was better than him looking down on her.
