Chapter 75
She doesn’t remember how she finally got back up, but she takes a few steps back before running the hall in a circle . The dog starts chasing her . Eventually, she hides behind Han Qilu and tightly wraps her arms around his waist . The dog still thinks they’re playing a game of peek-a-boo .
“Help!” She latches on to Qilu pitifully, tears start streaming from her eyes .
Touched by her plea, he says, “Batian, go away . Otherwise you’re not getting dinner . ”
The dog is ready to pounce on An Chuxia but the warning held him at bay . Finally, the dog obeys and sits down . The dog and Chuxia exchange gazes . She feels if she breaks contact, he will lunge at her .
Qilu laughs, finding the situation rather ridiculous as he watches their expressions .
Puzzled, she asks nervously, “Why are you laughing?” Her eyes dare not leave the dog . However, the dog seems to be bored . He stretches his paws before him . He blinks his eyes lazily before resting his head on his forefoot . The dog’s eyes shut as its chin hits the back of the paws .
She is relieved .
He never thought he’d see the day An Chuxia feared anything . He is proud of this discovery . “I was laughing… . ”
She glances at him despicably . She is anxious because she feels bullied .
“Miss, I said… . ” Qilu leans so close to her face he can smell a light fragrance with a hint of milk on her . “Did you have to hold on to me this whole time?”
She suddenly remembers throwing her arms tightly around his waist! She releases him quickly . A pink tinge colors her cheeks instantly .
“I’m sorry!” She apologizes politely .
Han Qilu lifts an eyebrow to her . “My family seems to like Batian, but it seems like you don’t . To us, he’s cute . He usually doesn’t care for others . But you… he seems to like you a lot . ”
She seems to be caught in a trance . Han Qilu pokes her face to wake her up from her stupor . It shocks him to see the sadness in her eyes .
“When I was younger… much younger, my father would go philandering, leaving me and my mother . One night, I had a high fever . My father took our money and my mother couldn’t take me to the doctor . She had to go to the streets and beg . ” She remembers vividly the scent of pantothenic acid .
Han Qilu knew she was from a poor family but he was unaware how dire things were . His chest tightens . Why is he feeling distressed?
“That day, my mother calls me over to the doorstep, and this rich man stands before us . He gives us this dog to protect me and my mother . Sadly, all the dog did was leave bite marks on my feet,” she recalls . Another tear rolls down her cheek .
She wakes up from her melancholia and realizes she’s said too much . She finds Jian Yuan standing by the kitchen door, crying . Next to her is steward Han, stoically trying to hide the tear in his eye .
“That’s why I’m afraid of dogs,” An Chuxia says, smiling, acting like nothing happened . “You know what? This story isn’t that poignant . My tears just flow quickly . ”
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