As a child, she loved twirling around in circles. She would get so dizzy that she couldn't walk straight, staggering in a zigzag pattern with her arms raised at her side, giggling uncontrollably. It was cute on a five-year-old, but at twenty-five… it was absolute madness.
Getting down from the car to the house was a memorable trip, to say the least. Thankfully, the driver prevented her from seriously injuring herself or anyone else in the vicinity.
She kept glancing behind her, keeping a watchful eye on Mo Qingchen, who was doing far better than she was. It must have taken a tremendous effort on his part.
He was too stubborn to accept help from anyone, angrily shooing away the doorman, the driver, and the butler. Usually, his movements were flawless and fluid, almost inhuman. His arrogant swagger always drove her insane with hatred, but watching him struggle with choppy and unsteady movements was much worse.
