"Sister Ting, are you not feeling well?"
Wen Ran raised her eyes and saw Shen Yuting's pale face, looking as if she had been struck with grief. She furrowed her brows, her voice carrying a note of concern.
Shen Yuting, hearing this, felt it ironic.
Her hand by her side clenched into a fist. Meeting Wen Ran's concerned gaze, she suddenly thought Wen Ran to be truly hypocritical. Wen Ran knew full well that she also liked Mo Xiuchen, and her affection for him was no less than Shen Yuting's, certainly not shorter in duration. Yet here she was, the apparent victor looking down from on high, feigning concern for her.
"I am not unwell." Her voice was somewhat stiff as she struggled to suppress her emotions, turning to look at Mo Xiuchen, "Mo Xiuchen, congratulations on regaining your memory."
