Chapter 17 You Don't Need to Blame Yourself

Mickey was too far away, and by the time she reacted, it was already too late. She watched helplessly as the pot of scalding chicken soup was about to splash onto Gu Qili's head when suddenly, an arm swept across, followed by two sturdy arms encircling her, slightly bowed like a protective umbrella covering her head.

Gu Qili was stunned by the sudden incident until she saw Chen Yishu's handsome face contorted in pain.

His arms were curled around protecting the top of her head, his face very close to hers and his eyes exceptionally bright and clear, different from those pampered young masters; the light shining through was like sunshine, warming her withered heart.

"Yishu." Gu Qili was so worried that her voice went hoarse.

The young man holding the stone pot stood there, at a loss. He meant well, but his attempt to help had backfired.

And Hu Jiaojiao had her hands covering her face in horror, so frightened that even her tears were frozen.