Divergence

When Zhao Qian walked downstairs, she felt quite accomplished.

Usually, she wouldn't even have the slightest chance to steal a kiss with that wood person. But who told him to be so jealous today? She shouldn't have said anything much before they parted ways, right?

However, when her two feet left the company, she still felt as if her heart had been hollowed out. It was not a good feeling.

Zhao Qian took a deep breath, her palm pressed against her chest, and a stream of tears rolled down her face.

After a few days, Chu Haotian will no longer remember the kiss I gave him, because he will properly pursue Siyao.

"Are you stupid?"

Xun Yu reached out to pull Zhao Qian, who was slightly swaying, into his arms, while putting on his clothes to cover his body.

"It's really tiring to always think about others. I hope you …"

"Alright, Xun Yu, you're not an old woman, what are you whispering in my ears all day!"