The sunlight streaming in through the window landed right on An Lan, casting a golden glow over her entire being, as if she were draped in a layer of golden armor.
Chang Jiao stared blankly at An Lan; at that moment, she felt like a rat in the gutter, overwhelmed and diminished. She staggered backward two steps, accidentally kicking a chair behind her, which fell to the ground with a bang.
"Talking… talking big is easy for anyone." Chang Jiao turned to glance at the chair on the floor, then forced herself to continue speaking.
"Believe it or not, it's just a trifling matter. Besides, I am already married. Your issues have caused me enough trouble. Since you know that I am not the victim you're looking for, please leave," An Lan said with a hint of pity in her eyes.
Her perspective shaped the way she viewed other people.
