The protagonist clasped his hands together, continuously chanting Buddha's name.
His face looked terrible, and he felt extremely stifled.
The protagonist had every reason to be angry.
After all, he had really done nothing.
He ended up in this situation.
Purely a disaster without cause.
If he had to say what he did wrong, it was giving Su Qianqian that bowl of plain porridge.
A bowl of plain porridge ruined his life.
Awake in the middle of the night.
The protagonist didn't even know whether to hate himself or Su Qianqian.
Zhao Yi and Su Qianqian were still at odds, ignoring the protagonist entirely.
Su Qianqian, like an eel, kept cursing and twisting her body, trying to shake off Zhao Yi who was straddling her.
Zhao Yi had finally caught a chance to get back at Su Qianqian, to even the score, and naturally wouldn't let her off easily.
