Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by anks

TN: scapegoat- someone used to take blame for reasons of expediency

Mankuai straightens herself as he lets go . They both stand close together, but there’s a vast distance between their hearts, and the gap gets big enough that they don’t see each other anymore .

She tries to keep calm . “Just because she’s real [present/tangible]?”

She turns her eyes to him, but he isn’t prepared to answer . “You should go . You’ve been here for a while . ” He throws her out mercilessly . He turns and walks to his closet, and dons on a clean s.h.i.+rt .

“I don’t believe she’s better than me . ” Her smile spreads . “I’ll be returning to China soon,

and when that time comes, I’ll ask you again to choose between her and me . ”

Han Qilu stops b.u.t.toning his s.h.i.+rt momentarily without changing his expression .

“Back to China?”

Mankuai laughs as she looks at him . “Don’t worry, by the time I get back, I would definitely have your heart again… What’s more, your heart already belongs to me . ”

After her proclamation, she turns and struts proudly like a peac.o.c.k . Her heels click on the floor as she leaves . The sound disappears once the door closes .

He stands still for a moment . He suddenly takes off the s.h.i.+rt and the one on the floor, and tosses it in the bathroom . Then, he calls housekeeping to tidy up the room and

and replace the bedsheets .

The manager nods without explanation . When he stepped out from his shower, the room has been cleaned, and the bed has been made .

Nothing happened . He relaxes . He takes a sip of the wine the manager suggested . It tastes good .

He looks at the phone he threw on the sofa . He walks toward the device, slowly . He picks up the phone and dials An Chuxia . She seems impatient at the other side of the world . He can also hear the cabinet doors being opened .

“… What?”

Everything happens for a reason .

The next day, An Chuxia receives well wishes for her stomach . She’s sweating a black line, but

line, but she has to bite the bullet and accept their condolences . One person even empathized with her since he, too, has it .

As she walks into the cla.s.sroom, she sees Meng Xiaonan sleeping at her desk like a pig .

After the end of self-study that morning, the sound of rain patters against the window . It’s playing a melodious tapping sound against the surface .

“Come out, An Chuxia . ”

An Chuxia looks up to see who’s calling for her . It’s Ling Hanyu . No wonder why the cla.s.s became quiet . Even the sound of the raindrops against the window dampens . It turns out that the evildoer laoban has arrived .

From outside the cla.s.sroom he bellows, “Did you throw out my manhua?”

She blinks

my manhua?”

She blinks in confusion . She tries to think while Xiao Mingluo stands a few meters behind Ling Hanyu, waving frantically . His face seems… anxious .

Ling Hanyu, manhua, throw, Xiao Mingluo…

The series of events seem a bit sudden, but An Chuxia isn’t stupid . She understands what’s going on . She looks up and says calmly, “Yes . ” However, she’s wondering why Xiao Mingluo is using her as his scapegoat .

What is the advantage of liking someone~

“… You!” Ling Hanyu is furious .

An Chuxia stands not too far from Ling Hanyu, and she is starting to sweat . What she doesn’t know is that the destroyed manhua is the one autographed by his grandmother, and ruining it is equal to the f.u.c.king death penalty!