Bab 47: Chapter 47 If Zhou Zhiruo gets the same model...

Chen Xiaoqian never could've imagined that Yu Minglang, who seemed so aloof, could utter such words.

Her mind went blank, her legs wobbled, and she had no idea how she managed to make it home.

Feeling disoriented, she wanted to wash her hands, but as she stood in front of the faucet, Yu Minglang's words seemed to echo in her ears.

I believe, in your heart, there's a kind girl.

Don't hurt yourself.

Please, from now on, no matter what you do, don't do it at the expense of hurting yourself, promise me.

His tone wasn't gentle, yet every word penetrated her defenses, and suddenly, Xiao Qian lost her urge to wash her hands.

Arms wrapped around herself, she stood in front of the tap, sunk to her knees, crying unseen tears. She didn't want to cry.

All the fault of that insufferable fool. Why did he have to be so sentimental...?

At that moment, Xiao Qian failed to realize that she had control over her compulsive hand washing for the first time ever.