Zhao Qiyan ended up in this situation, with Zhong Hongying bearing most of the responsibility. Now that she's been caught, there's finally a glimmer of relief in Zhao Yushui and Lin Xiaohua's troubled hearts.
Zhao Qiyan is also quite happy. Honestly, these days, she's been worried about this matter in her heart, but she feels embarrassed to ask Chuxia about it—she's asked her for help too many times and feels guilty to bring it up again.
"Did you think we forgot?" Chuxia teased her with a smile.
"No..." Zhao Qiyan's face turned bright red. After a moment, she nodded, "Yes, but I definitely didn't blame you. I know you've already worried a lot about my issues, Xia..." She hugged Chuxia emotionally, "I really hate her; I can't forgive her. You won't think I'm still that vicious because of this, will you?"
Chuxia rolled her eyes, speechless: "I'm not some saintly little flower."
Zhao Qiyan lifted her head with a puzzled expression, "Xia, what does saintly little flower mean?"
