Qiao Zhiyi couldn't go to find Qiao Shengli.
She lay in bed, her mind full of Shi Jingzhou's words, "Are you afraid that one day you'll fall in love with me?"
How could that be possible?
Her, fall in love with him?
She'd rather fall in love with a dog than with him.
Qiao Zhiyi had not slept well for two days straight, feeling less than spirited.
When she saw Shi Jingzhou in the morning, for some reason, she just couldn't dare to meet his eyes.
She hated herself, wanting to get rid of Shi Jingzhou on one hand, but having to depend on him on the other.
She felt just like a clown, making a fuss that stirred no waves; he must be laughing at her inside.
Reality was so cruel, she protested the marriage in her own way, but before it even began, she needed this relationship to help her family.
In front of him, she ultimately couldn't stand tall.
She had pride, but her pride was worthless at that moment.
Now, nothing was more important than her mother's health.