Li Na let out a long sigh, "Okay," she said quietly. She knew arguing with a teenager was like trying to stop the rain from falling; it just wasn't going to happen. She remembered being that age, full of fire. "I would've probably done the same," she thought to herself.
But one puzzle piece didn't fit: why was this news coming out now? In her past life, the story had broken much later, yet despite the uproar from fans back then, it seemed like no one really cared. Tian Zhao was in his prime at thirty-something, his name known and respected. But now, at twenty-four, with his whole future ahead of him, this could ruin everything he had worked for.
Ning Yu's lips turned downward in a pout, her eyes shimmering with the onset of tears. "I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice a mix of anger and sadness, "I just—"