"Qinghuan, please don’t be angry. I truly didn’t mean it; I had no idea that was mourning attire. I only remembered you saying you liked how I looked in white, so I wanted to find a white garment to wear for you..." Judging by the strength of the hand gripping him, Di Lienze was certain she was genuinely furious.
Lan Qinghuan’s grip made his arm ache. She hadn't been like this before; although she was always boisterous and careless, she had always been gentle with him. She had once said she couldn't bear to see him hurt or in pain.
The way she had slammed the door, and then set up a barrier—what was she planning? Was she going to beat him up? If a beating would help vent her anger, he wouldn't flinch once.
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