Chang Xuyu carried Yanyan home in one breath and locked the door behind them.
She leaned against the door, trying to calm herself, feeling her heart pounding like a drum in her chest.
Her emotions oscillated from the clouds to the depths, her throat clogged with cotton—bitter, sad.
Had she spoken too harshly just now?
Yi Zhuo cared so much about her, always protecting her when trouble came, cleaning up her messes.
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