Xu Qiaoqiao had been grappling with a question: who was the man who had once slept with her...
The detailed descriptions from the Weibo account had been tormenting her, causing psychological distress.
She would constantly find herself thinking: how wonderful things would have been between her and Xu Mushen if not for that night?
But that was impossible…
The damage of that night had never left her.
Until now… she suddenly understood:
There is a type of love called destiny.
"Murder!"
A piercing scream from the scene snapped her out of her thoughts.
She raised her head and grabbed Xu Mushen's arm desperately wanting to speak.
The blur in her eyes was captured by Xu Mushen.
He raised his hand, gently touched her face, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I'll be okay."
With that said, he stumbled, his head rested on Xu Qiaoqiao's shoulder, and the entire weight of his body pressed onto her.
Xu Qiaoqiao bit her lip, and tears rolled down even more intensely.
