The next morning, as Zhou Mingchen was washing up in the bathroom, he noticed Xia Lu standing by the door, seemingly hesitant.
"What are you doing?" he asked, lifting his water-soaked face and squinting at her.
Xia Lu kept tapping the doorframe with her right index finger, still unsure. She didn't want to keep the secret any longer; she felt Zhou Mingchen had the right to know the truth.
"If you have something to say, just say it," Zhou Mingchen said as he reached for the facial cleanser, rubbing the foam between his hands.
But as the words reached her lips, she began to hesitate again. After all, the situation hadn't been fully clarified. She knew nothing about Zhang Jiunian's motives for coming after him. What if Zhou Mingchen found out the truth and confronted him? Without evidence, he could be easily vilified, and he might not be able to accept that. Perhaps he would even blame her for meddling.
