Thinking about the way she had walked to the bathroom with tiny steps, wrapped in her little towel, Yimo had been watching her. He must have seen the blood on his suit as well!
Zhong Lingling really wanted to just bang her head against a wall and have done with it.
Not only was Yimo's suit dirty, but so was her own evening dress!
Zhong Lingling felt truly heartbroken, such expensive clothes, and she had ruined them!
Even if she, Zhong Lingling, sold herself, she wouldn't be able to afford an evening dress like that.
Her heart ached so badly she could hardly breathe... (Dear babies, please sing this line)
When Zhong Lingling finally came out of the bathroom again, a half-hour had passed.
She had changed into comfortable pajamas and was carrying a bucket, which contained the suit and evening dress she had washed until they were spotless.