Aoyama Xiu Xin came out of the shower to find that Asai Zexi had already left the bedroom, leaving only Iihara Nishi, wrapped in a blanket with tear-streaked cheeks, sitting on the bed.
Her eyes were somewhat vacant, clearly lost in wild thoughts, as she kept biting her red lips, seemingly unaware that she was close to breaking the skin.
The sound of the bathroom door alerted her, and she abruptly woke up, lifting her head to glare at Aoyama Xiu Xin with resentment.
If she had to choose someone she hated most, it was undoubtedly the bastard in front of her, the busybody who had meddled and separated her from her first love, leading to her current misfortune.
Moreover, there was a high possibility that the child inside her was his, which made her very passive and at the mercy of Asai Zexi. The thought made her teeth itch with hatred.
