Xi Xinyi's face went even paler and she almost chewed through her lip. Her tears were on the verge of falling. Comparing her innocent face with Xi Xiaye's cold expression, it seemed as if an angel was facing a witch.
Xi Xiaye was used to this look of hers. She sat back down and looked at her indifferently, her shoulders shaking while she was trying hard to not let her tears fall. Even Xi Xiaye herself thought that she had transformed into an evil witch.
Xi Xinyi blinked her eyes and forced her tears back. Looking at Xi Xiaye, she spoke in her gentle voice, "I don't care how you see me. It doesn't matter what you've misunderstood about me... I just hope that we can go back to how things were before. Can we, please?"
Xi Xiaye was starting to lose interest. She turned away and looked outside the window, not even wanting to look at that woman anymore. "Impossible! Give me the stuff. I'm short on time."
