Zhu Lingling, despite being naturally good-looking, had a spoiled, domineering air that often made her appear aggressive. She’d clearly tried to spruce herself up after the fight, and for now, she looked less disheveled than before.

Taking a deep breath as if unwilling to miss her chance, she raised her voice. 

"Qin Xian, I like you. I’ve liked you for ten years—ever since the first time I saw you in college. I didn’t pursue you because I was misled by Yu Zhi and didn’t want to ruin your happiness. But now I can’t hold back anymore. I want to be …