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She was just about to get up when she heard clear footsteps. They sounded heavenly!

She immediately called out for help. "Excuse me, do you have a pad?"

"My period stained my pants."

The footsteps stopped, and she heard the woman reply, "I don't have one. Wait here."

"I'll go buy a pack at the mall."

"Thank you." Shen Baili was so moved she nearly cried. There were still plenty of good people in the world.

The footsteps sounded again, noticeably hurried this time instead of graceful.

"What size pants do you wear?"

"Small," Shen Baili blurted out.

"Okay. Wait here. I'll be right back."

The footsteps faded, and the restroom fell quiet again. Shen Baili could finally relax.

Girls were angels.

She knew her luck couldn't stay bad forever!

About eight minutes later, Shen Baili heard the familiar footsteps. Someone knocked on her stall door, sounding a little out of breath.

"Sorry for the wait. I'll pass you the things."

Shen Baili opened the door a crack and noticed the woman's beautiful hands.

Slender and fair, with elegant, defined knuckles. They were as beautiful as a work of art.

"Thank you. Thank you so much."

"Could I have your contact information?"

"My phone's with my friend. I'll transfer you the money once I get it back."

"Sure. I'll give it to you in a bit."

Shen Baili heard a stall door open nearby. The woman had gone to buy her pads before even using the restroom herself.

Warmth spread through her, washing away all her earlier unhappiness.

She wondered what the woman liked. She wanted to give her a small gift to repay her kindness.

Shen Baili opened the bag. It was packed full.

Disposable underwear, a simple, comfortable pair of black pants, a pack of daytime pads, and a stick-on heat pack.

So thoughtful. QAQ

Once Shen Baili had changed, the door of the neighboring stall opened.

The moment their eyes met, they both froze.

"Angel... Wait, Aunt Xie?" Shen Baili said uncertainly.

She was certain no one else had come into the restroom. That meant the woman who had helped her was Xie Liuzheng, the cool, stunning beauty she barely knew.

They rarely spoke, so neither had recognized the other's voice.

"Aunt Xie, thank you for earlier," Shen Baili said sincerely. It turned out Aunt Xie was warmhearted beneath her cool exterior.

Xie Liuzheng's cool, delicate face was full of astonishment. She hadn't expected the girl she'd helped on a whim to be the step-niece she'd only met a few times.

The girl's eyes sparkled as she looked at her with gratitude.

"You're welcome," Xie Liuzheng said. "It was nothing."

[Aunt Xie is so nice. Beautiful and kind.]

Shen Baili's mouth hadn't moved, yet Xie Liuzheng had heard her voice.

Clear as day.

Xie Liuzheng's heart raced. Was there a ghost in the restroom?

Something clattered, and Xie Liuzheng flinched involuntarily. Shen Baili looked puzzled. "Did something fall over?"

She was about to check when Xie Liuzheng caught her arm and pulled her toward the exit.

"Let's go outside first."

Xie Liuzheng led Shen Baili back into the crowd. The mall's bright lights were reassuring.

"Aunt Xie, what's wrong?" Shen Baili asked, confused, but she followed obediently.

The bustle of voices around them made Xie Liuzheng breathe easier. "Don't go back to that restroom. I think there's something..."

Then she heard Shen Baili's inner voice again.

[Why is her face so pale? Is she sick?]

Shen Baili asked with concern, "Your hand's really cold. Are you feeling unwell?"

"Should we go to the hospital?"

Xie Liuzheng felt as if she'd plunged into an icy abyss. Her hand grew even colder.

She looked at the people around them. None of them reacted. Was she the only one who could hear that strange voice?

"I've always been sensitive to the cold," she answered reflexively.

"Are you feeling unwell anywhere?" Xie Liuzheng fought to keep her hand from trembling.

The ordinary bustle around her and the warmth of Shen Baili's arm helped Xie Liuzheng calm down. She was a firm materialist. After silently reciting the core socialist values a few times, she finally felt steadier.

"I put on the heat pack," Shen Baili said. "My stomach doesn't hurt."

Her inner voice was unusually active now.

[I finally have Aunt Xie alone... How do I tell her that the child she's going to adopt is actually her husband's illegitimate son?]

[Duan Xing is a scheming, vicious bastard who says all the right things!!! He's been cheating on her for ages, keeping his mistress and their son somewhere else...]

[The moment Aunt Xie agrees, he'll pull strings behind the scenes, send his son to an orphanage, and go through the legal adoption process. That way, his son will have a legitimate identity and inherit Aunt Xie's wealth... Even worse, that bastard plans to name him... Duan Muzheng.]

[...Duan Xing admires Xie Liuzheng. That rotten bastard.]

[If I tell Aunt Xie outright, she definitely won't believe me. Maybe I should ask Big Brother to help investigate that bastard?]

Shen Baili's thoughts made no sound, yet to Xie Liuzheng they were deafening.

Every sentence landed like a blow to her head.

She really had seen a ghost!

Xie Liuzheng couldn't remember how she'd said goodbye to Shen Baili. By the time she came to her senses, she was sitting in her car.

After calming down, her first instinct was to call Duan Xing, but her hand froze before she could press the button.

Those words had lodged in her heart like darts.

She recalled Duan Xing's sweet promises.

"If we adopt a girl, we'll name her Duan Nianzhen. If it's a boy, we'll name him Duan Muzheng. He'll be our child, a testament to our love."

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