Mu Xiaoyao did not miss the deep anguish in Baili Xia's eyes.
He didn't want to see it, and he strangely couldn't bear to watch either.
Looking away into an unknown corner, he tried to sound as calm as possible.
"At that hotel, you and Uncle..."
"No." Baili Xia clutched at the corner of her clothes.
Even though she had not done anything wrong, she always felt like she could never hold her head high when it came to discussing these incidents.
"I ran away." She took a light breath.
Since she had already started talking about it, she didn't want to keep running from the truth.
"I jumped from the second floor and woke up in a small guest house."
"Afterward, I didn't see Uncle for a long time, until..."
Her grip tightened and her breathing grew more frantic.
She closed her eyes, a pained expression on her face as she recalled the past.
"Until the day I met a distinguished guest during my summer internship in a company ..."
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