Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
“Intentional?” Han Qilu raises an eyebrow. “I recall telling you before, you and I… .”
“Don’t say it!” Mankuai interrupts him. “I don’t believe, Han Qilu, that you have forgotten me, even by a little bit! Now I know you’re being cruel intentionally.”
Mankuai stands up and shuffles toward him. She kneels down in front of him. “I was wrong, can you forgive me?”
A sinister look gleams in his eye. She knows she chose wrongly. Things wouldn’t have turned this way if she just… . Now, everything is too late.
“You… .”
“Ah!” Han Qilu says. Suddenly, An Chuxia exclaims, “Sorry! Continue, continue!”
An Chuxia looks at Mankuai with a pair of sorrowful eyes. Mankuai looks at her strangely. She’s probably surprised how she can be so generous. But she only sees An Chuxia for a moment before she quickly disappears to the bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
What was that lyric again? There’s a kind of love called letting go.~
Then, should she let go? Hell, how can she persuade him that she’s worthy? With a self-deprecating laugh, An Chuxia, lying on her stomach, leans against her elbows and tries to hear for movement outside. Did the old horse and cow leave? It shouldn’t be so fast… .
She gets up from the bed and looks at the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. For a moment, she is at a loss. She turns around and finds the laptop in the room and turns it on.
In the desktop are the documents, the contract, statistics, and various documents and strategies. She swears she has forgotten what has transpired. In addition to that, she finds a game on the device and opens it.
She didn’t need to log on since the he’s still logged in. The game’s interface is very beautiful. It’s set at night, with stars in the sky. She finds his character, Han Shaoye, standing by a wide river. Dark flowers bloom by the riverbed. It may be dark, but the flowers bloom with white light.
Needless to say, how disgusting for him to even name his avatar similar to himself. How can there be another like him!
She looks at the low level.
“I’m in! Level 200?” She checks Baidu and looks at the highest level in the Magic Night game: 200.
Does this mean Han Qilu is a full-scale god-of-war?
She shakes her head in disbelief. In real life, Han Qilu already has money. Beautiful women surround him, and he owns a handsome car. In games, he’s at highest level… .
“I’m better off dead!”
Han Qilu approaches the door when he hears her from inside the room. Shocked, he hurriedly knocks on the door. “What are you doing, An Chuxia? Open the door! Don’t be stupid!”
An Chuxia, who spooked herself, looks up from the computer screen. Isn’t there a key? Oh! She suddenly remember she locked the door after closing it behind her.
Noticing there’s no movement, Han Qilu freaks out and raises his hand. “An Chuxia, you better fucking open the door for me! If you dare do stupid things, you’ll die!”
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
“Intentional?” Han Qilu raises an eyebrow. “I recall telling you before, you and I… .”
“Don’t say it!” Mankuai interrupts him. “I don’t believe, Han Qilu, that you have forgotten me, even by a little bit! Now I know you’re being cruel intentionally.”
Mankuai stands up and shuffles toward him. She kneels down in front of him. “I was wrong, can you forgive me?”
A sinister look gleams in his eye. She knows she chose wrongly. Things wouldn’t have turned this way if she just… . Now, everything is too late.
“You… .”
“Ah!” Han Qilu says. Suddenly, An Chuxia exclaims, “Sorry! Continue, continue!”
An Chuxia looks at Mankuai with a pair of sorrowful eyes. Mankuai looks at her strangely. She’s probably surprised how she can be so generous. But she only sees An Chuxia for a moment before she quickly disappears to the bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
What was that lyric again? There’s a kind of love called letting go.~
Then, should she let go? Hell, how can she persuade him that she’s worthy? With a self-deprecating laugh, An Chuxia, lying on her stomach, leans against her elbows and tries to hear for movement outside. Did the old horse and cow leave? It shouldn’t be so fast… .
She gets up from the bed and looks at the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. For a moment, she is at a loss. She turns around and finds the laptop in the room and turns it on.
In the desktop are the documents, the contract, statistics, and various documents and strategies. She swears she has forgotten what has transpired. In addition to that, she finds a game on the device and opens it.
She didn’t need to log on since the he’s still logged in. The game’s interface is very beautiful. It’s set at night, with stars in the sky. She finds his character, Han Shaoye, standing by a wide river. Dark flowers bloom by the riverbed. It may be dark, but the flowers bloom with white light.
Needless to say, how disgusting for him to even name his avatar similar to himself. How can there be another like him!
She looks at the low level.
“I’m in! Level 200?” She checks Baidu and looks at the highest level in the Magic Night game: 200.
Does this mean Han Qilu is a full-scale god-of-war?
She shakes her head in disbelief. In real life, Han Qilu already has money. Beautiful women surround him, and he owns a handsome car. In games, he’s at highest level… .
“I’m better off dead!”
Han Qilu approaches the door when he hears her from inside the room. Shocked, he hurriedly knocks on the door. “What are you doing, An Chuxia? Open the door! Don’t be stupid!”
An Chuxia, who spooked herself, looks up from the computer screen. Isn’t there a key? Oh! She suddenly remember she locked the door after closing it behind her.
Noticing there’s no movement, Han Qilu freaks out and raises his hand. “An Chuxia, you better fucking open the door for me! If you dare do stupid things, you’ll die!”
