And so.
Throughout the entire day, her mind was filled with Mr. Clown's hoarse, icy voice, constantly lingering in her heart.
Because her mind was so occupied with images of Mr. Clown, she was absent-minded throughout her entire day at work.
And it wasn't just her.
Even Chu Xiaoran was deeply ensnared, becoming even more obsessed with Mr. Clown, as he was already her idol.
...
The evening breeze brushed against the face.
After a day of hustle and bustle, night finally fell.
Xiao Zheng was strolling with Leng Ruobing and Chu Xiaoran, a handsome guy with the Lin Sisters, attracting a hundred percent turn-back rate—much to the envy, jealousy, and resentment of many.
"Wow, that gift shop over there is selling clown masks."
Chu Xiaoran exclaimed, dragging Leng Ruobing and Xiao Zheng into the boutique, unable to let go of the various clown masks.
"Wow, big cousin, the one Mr. Clown wears is this model, the white clown mask."
"Hmm?"