His expression was indistinct in the disordered light and shadow, "So you've made up your mind and think that life now is good?"
Qiao Yesi maintained her bowed posture and firmly said 'Yes.'
Zhou Siheng had nothing to say.
He closed his eyes heavily and slowly began, "While I still haven't regretted it, now, get out!"
Those words were like an amnesty, and Qiao Yesi's shoulders trembled.
The next moment, she stood up straight and rushed out without looking back.
Wei Tingyao was leisurely walking toward this direction and was nearly knocked over by the girl dashing out.
He watched the receding figure with an enigmatic expression, then after a long while, stepped into the room.
Zhou Siheng was sitting on the sofa, playing with a lighter.
The flame shot up high, illuminating his pale face.
Wei Tingyao, rarely curious, asked, "Who is this girl? Aren't you always so good at keeping your composure? What made you lose your cool today?"
