The WeChat chat stayed silent. Diao Zhiyu had added her and then said nothing at all, and after having her eyes teased at the door earlier, Hu Xiu felt a little humiliated. She had run upstairs, and her breathing still hadn't settled. Her hands and feet were cold with nerves and her stomach was cramping, as if she had just run a marathon. It must be the nerves that were draining her, the same way interpreting made her brain burn. Holding back the urge to message Diao Zhiyu, she paced circles around the living room. If she went straight to bed now, she might collapse and die. She opened the fridge, and the elegant GODIVA box steadied her. That was it. Diao Zhiyu hadn't turned and left because there was something wrong with her. He was jealous. What did she have to be embarrassed about? The seesaw was still rocking, and she was nowhere near the losing side. The twelve chocolates were each a different shape, every one plump, as exquisite as a small work of art and fragrant ...
Outrageous. Absolutely outrageous. Hu Xiu should have been the only one rooted to the spot, but all three of them stared at the figure in the doorway, frozen like plaster statues. Diao Zhiyu looked around the cafe, baffled by the deathly stillness. "What's wrong with you all?" Zhao Xiaorou had forgotten she was recording. "Holy crap, he's real. Qin Xiaoyi walked out of the theater." As if she hadn't been the one who tricked Ning Zechen out of the theater herself. Hu Xiu snapped back to herself, met Diao Zhiyu's eyes head-on, and the last thread of her reason snapped. This was not an illusion. After waiting for her at the foot of her building, Diao Zhiyu had now come to REGARD to find her. When she couldn't see him, she remembered him as a young boy. In person, he had a masculine charm that made it impossible to believe he was only twenty-two. Outside the play, he was an alluring, deadly man. There was no other word for it. Zhao Xiaorou slap...