Qiao Yi was still a kind person at heart. She might have raised her voice at me, but she didn’t force me to drink the soup. She snatched the bowl away from me just as I was about to take a sip.
“Fine, fine. I’m not that cruel. I won’t make you drink soup my mom made. I’ll pour it away later.”
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