The night wind poured in, blowing away some of the alcohol fumes and bringing a slight chill to her body.
"But... it's only about a dozen floors... not too high," Hua Xiaomo said with a slight smile. Besides, there was a drainpipe right next to her; climbing down shouldn't be too difficult.
Suddenly remembering her mother still lying in the hospital bed, Hua Xiaomo's brow furrowed deeply. I'm sorry, the surgery will probably be delayed, but I won't give up...
Hua Xiaomo quickly turned on the tap and splashed water on her face until the lingering effects of the alcohol were washed away. Her mind felt much clearer now.
Thinking of Qi Longbing's smug face, she seethed with hatred. She picked up a lipstick from her bag and scrawled several large words on the glass.
"Accept fate? No! I, Hua Xiaomo, refuse to accept it!" A roguish, defiant smile touched Hua Xiaomo's lips. She spat fiercely into the sink, as if washing away all her bitterness, frustration, pain, and worries.
