The light in Qiao Junlie's eyes twisted into illusions, becoming increasingly obscure, causing a sudden pain in his heart, unable to accept any explanation.
"It's me, Qiao Junlie! Zi Ruoxi! There's no need to be afraid, I'll help you regain your beauty. Trust me..." He spoke with deep affection, hoping she would see him clearly once more.
Yes, she must be confused, she must have mistaken someone else. She loves him, how could she say such things... how could she...
Yet, Zi Ruoxi's reaction was still beyond Qiao Junlie's expectations. She stared at him with wide eyes, as if she wanted to devour him. If she could move, if she could raise her hand, he would have already been slapped several times.
"Get out..." Still just one word. Ruthless. Resolute. Said with some difficulty.
