"Biao Brother, what's the deal with Little A'qiao's name?" A'niu asked curiously.
Biao Brother saw that the farce had ended.
Yet, his mood was indescribably complex, neither happy nor sad.
Upon hearing A'niu's question,
he slowly sat back down in the middle of the sofa.
He began to speak, "About two months ago, I took Xiao Hu and the others to camp on a fishing island by the sea."
Wen Sister walked out the door.
She called over a waiter.
"Bring over some sharp girls, and send some top-quality drinks as well."
Once everything was arranged, Wen Sister turned back and returned to the private room.
"Oh, so Little A'qiao is actually an orphan?!" A'niu was listening intently to Biao Brother's story.
"I can't be sure now if she really is, from what Little A'qiao just said, it's not hard to deduce that her past might well be a fabric of her own imaginings."
Biao Brother heaved a deep sigh.
To be undone by a weakness for beauty for a lifetime.
How helpless.