These people said these things right in front of An Ning, but An Ning seemed to turn a deaf ear, burying her head in her book.
She didn't seem to care at all about the looks and discussions around her.
Only the hand tightly gripping the book betrayed the panic in her heart at this moment.
How could she not care?
Since elementary school, there were people around her who started to maliciously hurt her, saying she seduced men, saying she had abortions at a young age, saying she was promiscuous... Adults looked at her with contempt, classmates looked at her with a mix of surprise and disdain, and no one wanted to be close to her.
Even those who didn't know her followed the rumors.
No one cared about the truth of the rumors.
No one cared about her feelings.
At first, she would always cry, silently shedding tears, but day after day, year after year, she got used to it.
Really got used to it.
She had learned to not care.
Not to... deliberately care.
