Mu Lan's Weibo post quickly spread, and the plagiarism scandal that had been brewing for days began to reverse.
It turned out Bai Xiao had not stolen any creative ideas, and Mu Lan hadn't actually accused Bai Xiao of anything. Everything had been stirred up by someone intentionally causing trouble.
So, the question arose, who was so malicious?
Bai Xiao stood by the window, looking down from the thirty-first floor with a champagne flute cradled in her hand.
The tulip-shaped glass contained a light pink liquid that gently swayed with her movements.
Was it all over now?
Such a turbulent beginning, to end so abruptly?
No matter how she thought about it, it felt strange.
"It's over, what else is there to think about?" Ye Huang came over and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.
Her waist was too slim; his arms overlapped when he circled them around her.