Niu Xiaoli left her seat, not going upstairs, but entering the restroom in the living room. She dampened a towel, wrung it dry, and pressed it against the stain. Her thoughts drifted to the dining room; she wasn't sure how long she could dawdle in the restroom or when the family would leave.
In any case, she didn't want to face Lin Runjie; she didn't want to see anyone related to her past, even if she wasn't familiar with Lin Runjie.
"Why do I feel like you're always feeling guilty?"
The sudden voice startled Niu Xiaoli. She looked up and saw Lin Runjie leaning against the restroom door, watching her inquisitively. Regret surged through her mind for not closing the door earlier and for not going straight upstairs to her room.
"Why would I feel guilty?"
Niu Xiaoli bit her lip and retorted. Even if she felt guilty, she would never admit it at this moment.
"Really? Why do I sense you're afraid of me? What are you afraid of?"
