Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by anks

“Are you stupid?”

An Chuxia shudders . This voice… .

She lifts her head slightly, and through her teary eyes, she sees Han Qilu’s face . She raises her wrist and wipes her tears away to look at him clearly .

At that moment, she freezes . She doesn’t know how to react .

Are you stupid?

This statement says it all… She remembers the time she was roasting under the sun when she thought she was going to die on that playground, and he suddenly appeared . That sentence, Are you stupid?, was uttered before she collapsed and he held on to her with all his strength… and he even ran

the few laps on the playground for her .

And move on? It would be a lie if she said she did .

An Chuxia squats instead of standing erect . Han Qilu seems impatient, and it’s magnified with the fact that more and more people start crowding around them, witnessing a good-looking man look displeased . “An Chuxia, you know, you look really ugly when you cry . ”

“Wow~ . ” She can’t hold back anymore . She starts crying loudly . Big tears start falling down her eyes, and she has reached a personal catharsis .

As he watches her cry, Han Qilu becomes anxious . His brow wrinkles, and his expression changes . He takes four

four steps toward her and squats in front of her . “Hey, do you want me to die?”

What a shame! A good-looking man, and a crying woman in the corridor is reminiscent of a real man and woman desperately holding on to each other, like they’re about to abandon each other .

Sure enough, people start whispering and pointing .

She ignores them and continues to cry!

“Color me tortured . Can you stop crying, ah?” Han Qilu looks at her, hoping she gets what he means . “I’m not going to the United States . I won’t leave you, okay?”

His words seem to have done the trick!

An Chuxia goes from crying to soft sobbing, and then she becomes expressionless… .

.

“Who told you to go to the United States, or stay? Who cares if you stay or go?” An Chuxia rolls her eyes at him . Then, Qilu says, “Give me your hand . You’ve been squatting for so long, you’d have trouble standing up!”

He is full of black lines, and his face looks like he has eaten a dozen lumps of stool .

“I know, I should’ve gotten on the plane!” He leaves with that statement . Han Qilu coldly stands up, and turns away .

“Hey!” An Chuxia stops him by pleading at him loudly . “Don’t leave me alone, okay?”

“Han Qilu stiffens, stopping in his tracks . He turns and looks at her in disbelief .

in disbelief . “What did you say?”

“Huh?” An Chuxia pretends . “Did I say something?”

Then she says, “Oh! I was saying my feet are p.r.i.c.kly and that pain is… . ”

He lifts his eyebrow . Han Qilu returns to her and crouches . He then picks her up . “I figured . That’s why I came back . ”

An Chuxia suddenly becomes happy . “Well, this is long overdue!”’

She gets up, feeling the eyes of envy from the strangers around them . A satisfied smile appears on her face . “Hey, don’t you have a meeting in the United States?”

He slightly turns his head, and his eyes remain secured on Chuxia .