Her nose twitched with a sense of sourness, and warm, moist liquid swirled in her eyes. She ran away from the pavilion, holding onto the last shred of her dignity.
Bai Man stood on the pavilion watching Xu Chaomu leave; the wind lifted her long hair, her expression unreadable.
Yet, she couldn't feel any happiness inside. She had asked Xu Chaomu out alone because she had been provoked.
When Shen Chi was drunk and lying in bed, she heard him call out "Chaomu" softly.
So lightly and faintly that even Bai Man doubted herself—had she misheard...?
But she was no child; she wouldn't deceive herself.
Perhaps, Shen Chi had called the name unintentionally, so she tried her best to forget it. But the less confidence she had in herself, the more she felt the need to have a proper talk with Xu Chaomu.
She had to tell her that Shen Chi would definitely marry her, Bai Man, for certain!
Xu Chaomu hadn't walked far, just past the grand lawn, when she ran into Shen Shihan.
