Qingxue continued to speak to Sheng Qianxia, "And even if I can never stand on my legs again, as long as Brother Yao is by my side, I am willing to trade my legs for his company."
Sheng Qianxia's body suddenly stiffened, as if an unnamed emotion rapidly swept across her heart...
Sharp and painful.
Sheng Qianxia subconsciously leaned back, away from Qingxue's embrace.
Qingxue let go of her and saw her holding that black sweater, with water still dripping steadily from it.
"Sis, you're all wet, why haven't you changed your clothes?" Qingxue said this and then seemed to realize something, continuing to ask, "Why are you holding that sweater...?"
As if unpleasant memories had barged into her mind, at that moment, both of them were jolted.
Sheng Qianxia came to her senses in a daze, trying to act indifferent, "I'll wash the sweater and give it back to you, my previous encounter with Mr. Gong..."
"No need." Qingxue interrupted her.
