"Really? That's great, then this cup is a gift for you, hahaha."
After taking the cup, Zhou Baiyu bid Jiang Lu farewell again.
Jiang Lu blinked:
"Jiang Xianwu, you are so kind... You are different from everyone here; I will truly always remember you."
Actually, Jiang Lu was also unclear as to what exactly made her different.
Maybe ten days ago, she had a faint sense of what that difference entailed.
But now, she really couldn't distinguish these things clearly.
She recalled her past experiences, how she displayed her wheat-colored body in the glass house, and there were some emotions in her heart.
What exactly were they?
Being ravaged by others to fulfill their desires and now saying goodbye while cozily embraced in Jiang Xianwu's arms...didn't they both seem rather joyous?
Wasn't it the same?
She couldn't figure it out.
But such confusion didn't last long.
