Never before had Jiang Yihua so loathed the greed taking root in his heart. It felt like a desecration of the young woman. But the more he tried to crush the thought, the more fiercely it rebounded.
He went into the room, grabbed a water kettle, and left with a curt word.
Chi Yun'er filled a basin with water. The entire dormitory area was unnervingly quiet. Even in broad daylight, it felt strangely as if she were the only person in the world.
She hurried back inside and began wiping things down with a rag.
'In such a positive and diligent work environment, even a moment of laziness would probably make a person feel so guilty they'd want to bang their head against a wall until they died, wouldn't it?'
'But beneath this zealous surface, plenty of filth was hidden away. Like the old her, for instance. Or Jiang Yihua, who was doomed to a fatal end for being far from the Capital City…'
