Volume Two, Chapter Forty

Zhu Bafu did not knock. She rudely pushed the door open.

The Young Master was there, writing something at his desk. When he saw her barge in, his brows furrowed in displeasure, his lips pressing into deep lines. He seemed unwilling to speak to her, merely looking at her coldly as if blaming her for interrupting his work.

Holding the letter, she walked toward his desk step by step. He did not want to meet her direct gaze and hurriedly lowered his eyes, but she gave him no chance to evade her, advancing relentlessly until he could not help shouting, "Stop coming any closer!"

"..." Her footsteps halted.

"Stand there. Don't come any closer."

She no longer had the courage to approach, stopping at a neither-near-nor-far distance from him. He was probably afraid that she would molest him as she had last time.

"You don't have to be so guarded. I promise I won't touch you like I did last time." Her words sounded ridiculous, exactly like those of a heartless lout who had bullied an innocent girl. "I just have some things to say to you. I'll leave as soon as I'm done. I absolutely won't pester you."

"...What do you want to say?"

"I like you. I don't know when it started. Maybe when you first called me Little Eight. Maybe when you kissed my cheek that time. Maybe when you told me you would elope with me. Maybe when you accompanied me in jail. Or maybe I fell for you the very first moment you lost your memories... Did you hear me?"

"..."

"I shouldn't have been so stubborn and refused to admit it. I should have told you sooner. I should have told you while you were still here. You've probably never heard just how much