Having lived until now, her youth was over, and with a shattered body, what right did she have to live for herself once more?
An Nan took a moment to stabilize her emotions. She leaned close to Chen Wanru's ear and asked, "Xiaoru, who was that man downstairs just now?"
Chen Wanru snapped back to reality, lazily leaning on the sofa, saying nothing.
An Nan continued gossiping mysteriously, "Xiaoru, is it the man you made a bet with?"
This time An Nan had no intention of waiting for Chen Wanru's answer. She went on talking to herself, "From what I could see, his profile looks pretty good, and he seems to be driving a Maserati. Wow... a rich guy, Xiaoru, if you can, you should really seize the opportunity with him!"
Chen Wanru thought An Nan's words were becoming more and more inappropriate, so she stood up, giving An Nan a sidelong glance, "I'm going to take a shower!"
