Though she said he didn't have to answer, deep down Xiangsi really wanted to hear Xing Chen's response.
Did he genuinely not care about those things, or was it that... he just especially tolerated her?
The answer to this question was incredibly important.
Xing Chen didn't think much, just propped his arm back, gazing at the undulating surface of the water ahead, his dark eyes slightly somber.
"As the heir of the Wilson family, the only thing I can disregard is my own freedom."
To Xing Chen, this answer was truly fitting.
On the contrary, there were too many things he had to care about...
Listening to him, Ran Xiangsi suddenly realized she could actually feel the sorrow in Xing Chen's words.
Maybe it's because she was in such deep sorrow herself right now?
Understanding someone else's sadness and pain didn't seem so difficult anymore.
