Zhou Xiaoyu's expression carried a hint of madness, filled with anticipation as she looked at An Yiqing.
But...
"You're wrong, if it weren't for them, I wouldn't have saved you." An Yiqing mercilessly shattered Zhou Xiaoyu's fantasy, "The reason I treat you well is because you treat them well. If that day, you were just a stranger, I wouldn't waste time saving you. Xiaoyu, what you idolize isn't me, but the person in your imagination. Do you really know what I'm like in reality?"
"No! It can't be! It's not like that! Senior is the best person! You can't slander Senior An!" Zhou Xiaoyu was already unable to distinguish who the person before her really was; she only remembered An Yiqing as the best, the goddess in her heart.
Seeing Zhou Xiaoyu in this state, An Yiqing let out a deep sigh. Zhou Xiaoyu was pitiable, but also lamentable. Her emotions weren't wrong, just misdirected.
