The 20-year-old girl naively yearned for love, a love that was pure and sublime. Yet the love that Mo Beichen offered her became her shackles, leaving her unable to breathe freely.
This was also why Gu Qian, despite her fondness for Mo Beichen, chose to contradict her heart with her words, because the way she liked him was fundamentally at a different level, just like that phrase she often saw.
She wanted to talk about love, but he was only interested in talking about bed.
"Stop crying, Qianqian. I can go talk to Mo Beichen and strive to get you out to work. Beyond that, I'm afraid I'm powerless to help," Yan Luoxi said, using a tissue to wipe away her tears.
"Sister Luoxi, as long as I can leave this cage and get a breath of fresh air, I'll be content," Gu Qian said, choking up.
Yan Luoxi gently patted her shoulder. "Stop crying, or your swollen eyes won't look pretty."
