Before she could finish her sentence, the man fiercely pushed her away. He glared at her as if wanting to devour her whole, "Lin Yixun, how can you be so vile!"
Vile? In this world, anyone could call her vile, except him, Leng Yixiu!
The last trace of warmth on Lin Yixun’s face vanished. She suddenly let out a cold laugh, stopping only after a long while, "Mr. Leng, you seem to have forgotten something. The reason I’ve become is all thanks to you! However, no matter how vile I am, no matter how desperate, I don’t want to have anything more to do with you!"
The man’s face was ashen, gritting his teeth, "Lin Yixun, you are truly beyond help!"
"Mr. Leng, I have long been beyond saving." Three years ago, Lin Yixun had already died. Now, she was just a walking corpse crushed by life.
She suddenly smiled at Leng Yixiu, "Oh, and let me remind you, Mr. Leng, that you now have a fiancée. If Miss Cheng knew you still had entanglements with me, she probably wouldn’t feel too good about it. So, please don’t pay too much attention to me in the future, or... I might mistakenly think you’re in love with me."
"Lin Yixun, you think too highly of yourself."
Coldly throwing this sentence, the man turned and walked out.
Lin Yixun took a deep breath. She placed her hand on her chest and gave a bitter smile. There was nothing there but a strong heartbeat—no joy, no anger, not even pain.
She stood under the wisteria trellis for a while, finally driving away all the negative emotions.
With her rationality restored, she couldn’t help but feel puzzled. Why had Leng Yixiu been haunting her so persistently lately, appearing everywhere she went!
To avoid any unexpected encounters, she stayed under the wisteria trellis a bit longer. Only after estimating that Leng Yixiu had gone far did she step out from beneath it.
She glanced down at her shoulder, where several flower petals had accidentally landed. Lin Yixun brushed the petals off her shoulder and suddenly felt much better.
Indeed, her ability to recover was remarkably fast.
But just as she left the small garden, Lin Yixun felt frustrated.
Had Leng Yixiu and Cheng Ying planned this in advance? How come the former had just left the stage and the latter had appeared?
What could this be? A doomed entanglement?
Lin Yixun tried to minimize her presence, not wanting Cheng Ying to see her. But ultimately, she failed. Perhaps Cheng Ying’s resentment toward her was too deep, her impression too strong—Cheng Ying recognized her at a glance.
Lin Yixun’s face changed slightly, but she did not stop walking. Since their last unpleasant parting, Lin Yixun’s impression of Cheng Ying had greatly diminished. She didn’t want to be plotted against by this white lotus again.
She tried to maintain a safe distance from Cheng Ying, but there was only one way to the main hall, and she had to pass by Cheng Ying. The spot where Cheng Ying stood just happened to make it impossible for Lin Yixun to keep a safe distance.
As she approached Cheng Ying, Lin Yixun heard her soft voice, "Lin Yixun, are you still upset about what happened last time?"
Seeing that Lin Yixun didn’t respond, Cheng Ying continued on her own, "I knew you were still mad at me. Last time, it was my fault for accidentally bumping into you, causing Yixiu to misunderstand you."
Learning from her previous experience, Lin Yixun still ignored her. As she brushed past Cheng Ying, she tried to move inward to keep some distance, not wanting to face her guardian’s hostile gaze later.
But if someone wants to trouble you, it’s not something you can avoid just by trying to stay away.