Cutie, Stop Reading That (1)

An Xiaxia shuddered. She felt even more dizzy at his bellow.

"I just thought that if I save her, you won't have to feel like you owe her all the time." An Xiaxia looked up at him.

I want you to have a life as brilliant and regret-free as possible.

No more worries. No more fetters.

Those words had always been in An Xiaxia's head, but she had never said them aloud.

She didn't like Song Qingchen, or one could say, she found the woman repulsive. She wanted to help her not because of that enormous cheque Mr. Song had offered, nor because she wanted to play the good Samaritan. She would only do it for Sheng Yize.

"Idiot!" Sheng Yize scolded her. "An Xiaxia, you're an idiot!"

However, she was the only one that would care about him in such an idiotic way.