"These things have no connection with me anymore," Fang Tong said. "I am very content with my life now."
Yu Xiaoxuan was also worried that Fang Tong still harbored the slightest fantasy about Ding Minghui, which is why she told her the gossip about Ding Minghui. Otherwise, she wouldn't have cared about Ding Minghui at all.
"Well, that's good, that's good. I was just afraid you'd do something silly," Yu Xiaoxuan said with a pat on her chest, recalling how Fang Tong had lost herself in her love for Ding Minghui, how tense things had been with her family, and how she had been gloomy and melancholic all day. It had been distressing for all of their friends to watch, but thankfully she had come to her senses in time.
Fang Tong rolled her eyes. "Everyone has their moment of falling for a scumbag. I was young and foolish back then, and I loved the wrong person."
