Guiying could only stare at her, utterly perplexed and lost.
"W-What are you talking about?"
Though Guiying didn't want to, she couldn't stop herself from getting hurt and slightly irked by Alix's words. In her mind, it was still Alix talking to her. She pressed her lips hard.
"Please…please don't talk about Zhan Yahui that way," she clasped her trembling fingers together, tears threatening to bring her eyes. "I know people might see it as something meaningless, but for me it's the only way I feel close to her…"
"Why do you want to be close to somebody like me? I only used you for my benefit."
Guiying stared.
"Why are you talking like that?"
"Because the woman whose office you kept cleaning for seven years now is right in front of you."
Alix properly turned to her and peered into her eyes. She parted her lips and the words flowed, slowly and steadily as she caught every change in her expression.
"I know it's a lot to take in," she quietly said.
