Jiang Yi didn't know what to say at this moment; she could only stare steadily at He Tang.
Throughout the day, so many things had suddenly crammed into her mind; Jiang Yi's thoughts were in turmoil, and she couldn't think.
In a voice that seemed audible only to herself, she said, "Even so, it could have been anyone, why did it have to be Zhang Qian..."
He Tang's eyelids twitched, and then she smiled with an air of nonchalance, "What does it matter who it is."
Jiang Yi couldn't understand why He Tang had become like this, but still, she took her hand and started walking out.
He Tang struggled and resisted, asking, "What are you doing pulling me? Where are you taking me?"