Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
She sees Xia Xinyu come out from a tent. There was a coolness, a faint smile on her face.
She walks toward An Chuxia the moment she sees her, keeping that strange smile on her face. It seems ironic.
“An Chuxia, you can ask me directly.” Xia Xinyu walks around An Chuxia. She seems pleased with the discomfort seen in An Chuxia’s face.
However, An Chuxia’s lips hook to a smile, and she raises her chin up high. “Tell me, Xia Xinyu. Why did you switch to my team? I don’t like people with hidden agendas.”
The smile on Xia Xinyu’s face widens. Her eyes shine. She seems to be in a good mood.
“You don’t like people who beat around the bush, but I do.” Her tone is relaxed, making An Chuxia feel uncomfortable.
Chuxia steps forward and grabs Xia Xinyu’s collar. Her eyes are full of anger. “I hate hypocrites!”
The moment she says those words, Xia Xinyu’s eyes suddenly change. Her mouth twitches and she starts acting pitiful. Tears suddenly fall, like she’s the one being berated. “I’m sorry, An Chuxia jie, I’ll immediately tell the teacher to switch teams. Please don’t hit me… .”
An Chuxia is suddenly confused. Then, she hears Han Qilu.
“An Chuxia! What are you doing?”
There is a strange lilt in Han Qilu’s voice. It’s like he doesn’t know her.
An Chuxia involuntarily releases her grip on Xia Xinyu’s collar to face Han Qilu. Han Qilu looks at her face, searching for something. She wants to explain, but all she hears is Xia Xinyu crying, and it pisses her off.
She clamps her lips tightly as she turns to Xia Xinyu. Then, she turns and leaves.
“An Chuxia! Stop!” Han Qilu shouts from behind but she ignores him.
An Chuxia is the kind of person who won’t be the first to explain. She feels that if a person loves you, believes in you, there’s no need for explanations. Explaining to people who don’t love or believe in you is just being redundant.
So she’d rather be silent.
She’d rather be misunderstood. So what?
“An Chuxia, you better come here!” Han Qilu quickly reaches for An Chuxia. “Didn’t you hear me calling you?”
“I heard you.” She raises her face, staring at him with calm, cold eyes. “So what if you called? What did you want to say?”
Han Qilu grimaces. “What’s with the attitude? What did I say? An Chuxia, your husband’s disposition is slightly worse [right now].”
Her heart asks if Han Qilu knows that she didn’t bully Xia Xinyu.
Taking advantage of An Chuxia’s stupefied state, Han Qilu gently pats her shoulder. “Wait.”
He walks toward Xia Xinyu and hands her a wad of tissue from his pocket. “Wipe your tears.”
Xia Xinyu lets out a deep breath and takes the tissues handed to her. At the same time, her eyes land on An Chuxia. The pitiful look in her eyes quickly disappear.
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
She sees Xia Xinyu come out from a tent. There was a coolness, a faint smile on her face.
She walks toward An Chuxia the moment she sees her, keeping that strange smile on her face. It seems ironic.
“An Chuxia, you can ask me directly.” Xia Xinyu walks around An Chuxia. She seems pleased with the discomfort seen in An Chuxia’s face.
However, An Chuxia’s lips hook to a smile, and she raises her chin up high. “Tell me, Xia Xinyu. Why did you switch to my team? I don’t like people with hidden agendas.”
The smile on Xia Xinyu’s face widens. Her eyes shine. She seems to be in a good mood.
“You don’t like people who beat around the bush, but I do.” Her tone is relaxed, making An Chuxia feel uncomfortable.
Chuxia steps forward and grabs Xia Xinyu’s collar. Her eyes are full of anger. “I hate hypocrites!”
The moment she says those words, Xia Xinyu’s eyes suddenly change. Her mouth twitches and she starts acting pitiful. Tears suddenly fall, like she’s the one being berated. “I’m sorry, An Chuxia jie, I’ll immediately tell the teacher to switch teams. Please don’t hit me… .”
An Chuxia is suddenly confused. Then, she hears Han Qilu.
“An Chuxia! What are you doing?”
There is a strange lilt in Han Qilu’s voice. It’s like he doesn’t know her.
An Chuxia involuntarily releases her grip on Xia Xinyu’s collar to face Han Qilu. Han Qilu looks at her face, searching for something. She wants to explain, but all she hears is Xia Xinyu crying, and it pisses her off.
She clamps her lips tightly as she turns to Xia Xinyu. Then, she turns and leaves.
“An Chuxia! Stop!” Han Qilu shouts from behind but she ignores him.
An Chuxia is the kind of person who won’t be the first to explain. She feels that if a person loves you, believes in you, there’s no need for explanations. Explaining to people who don’t love or believe in you is just being redundant.
So she’d rather be silent.
She’d rather be misunderstood. So what?
“An Chuxia, you better come here!” Han Qilu quickly reaches for An Chuxia. “Didn’t you hear me calling you?”
“I heard you.” She raises her face, staring at him with calm, cold eyes. “So what if you called? What did you want to say?”
Han Qilu grimaces. “What’s with the attitude? What did I say? An Chuxia, your husband’s disposition is slightly worse [right now].”
Her heart asks if Han Qilu knows that she didn’t bully Xia Xinyu.
Taking advantage of An Chuxia’s stupefied state, Han Qilu gently pats her shoulder. “Wait.”
He walks toward Xia Xinyu and hands her a wad of tissue from his pocket. “Wipe your tears.”
Xia Xinyu lets out a deep breath and takes the tissues handed to her. At the same time, her eyes land on An Chuxia. The pitiful look in her eyes quickly disappear.
