If the story were to be even more melodramatic, I must shove Youyou in a moment of agitation, just as Xiaobai appears to witness the scene, thinking I've cruelly tried to harm Youyou and the child. He'd come up and slap me, curse at me, then comfort the beauty in his arms.
In this scenario, as the tragic heroine penned by the post-stepmother, I would definitely be sitting paralyzed on the ground, casually wiping the blood from the corner of my mouth, hooking a cold smile, and giving Xiaobai a frosty, resolute look, dramatically delivering the classic line, "Xia Nuobai, I hate you..."
In the café, not far from Ou Luoxin and Youyou, sat two men. The one facing them was reading a newspaper, obscuring his face, while the man facing away was leisurely sipping coffee, saying, "The show is about to start! I can't wait!"
Ou Luoxin didn't notice the suspicious men, lost in the chaotic drama of her imagination, when finally the Youyou sitting across from her spoke, "Luoxin, I'm sorry..."
