บท 293: The Distance Between Love and Hate (1)

An Xiaxia's hand slipped and the milk spilled with a plop.

There was no time to wipe her hand and she rushed out of the room right away.

Outside her room, Sheng Yize had a bag over his shoulder and was talking to Papa An in a low voice.

An Xiaxia trotted toward him. "Sheng Yize, where are you going?"

Was he leaving? Was he leaving her?

An Xiaxia felt a fist clutch around her heart.

Before, she had always thought that she was being forced to be Sheng Yize's girlfriend, and so he didn't feel that important to her.

However, the news of him leaving had utterly flustered her.

She finally realized how much space Sheng Yize occupied in her heart.

Sheng Yize turned around at her voice and couldn't help but sigh when he saw the milk on her hand. "How old are you now? You're always so clumsy…"

He couldn't bear to leave her behind. How could he?