Dear Mr. Shi
Chapter 880 - 880 880 Training Fall in Love with Me 10

Chapter 880: 880, Training, Fall in Love with Me 10 Chapter 880: 880, Training, Fall in Love with Me 10 At the moment Zishi sprinted past her, at the instant she fell, Wen Zhaozhao remembered a profoundly classic saying: “Those who go through life in blissful ignorance are the happiest.”

Sometimes in life, it seems only by being blissfully unaware can one be happy!

Wen Zhaozhao had already anticipated such an abrupt act, and she was ninety-nine percent sure that Shi Annuo’s first instinct would be to protect Han Qianqian.

Still, in her heart, she hoped, with one percent hope, that Shi Annuo, in the end, would choose her.

When Shi Annuo charged towards Han Qianqian and then wrapped her in a tight, impenetrable embrace, Wen Zhaozhao deeply experienced how sometimes, hope is what leads to disappointment.

At that moment, the air at the sides of the staircase seemed to divide into two layers: on one side was the spring breeze of the southern land, on the other, the winter frost of the northern realm.

The stairs weren’t high, but falling like that really hurt, and the pain in her body was nothing compared to the ache in her heart.

Wen Zhaozhao closed her eyes; she was tired, truly exhausted, tired of this ceaseless suspicion, and thought that perhaps this was for the best.

Afterward, she finally understood, no need for heartache, doubt, or irritation anymore…

Holding Han Qianqian and knowing she was unharmed, Shi Annuo didn’t breathe a sigh of relief. Instead, he immediately let go of Han Qianqian and rushed over to pull Wen Zhaozhao up.

He knew that by choosing to save Han Qianqian first, Wen Zhaozhao would surely be angry, but given the situation just then, he thought Wen Zhaozhao would be able to dodge, while Han Qianqian, sitting in a wheelchair and injured, left him no choice but to save her first.

In the backyard, besides Shi Annuo, Wen Zhaozhao, and Han Qianqian, Jin Lin was sitting in a corner, basking in the sun and playing with her phone, witnessing the scene caused by Zishi.

Seeing Wen Zhaozhao tumble to the ground shocked Jin Lin greatly, and she hurriedly got up and rushed over: “Wen Zhaozhao, are you okay?”

Wen Zhaozhao scraped her elbow, and there was a little blood.

Standing up with Shi Annuo’s support, her heart ached, yet she still managed a faint smile at Shi Annuo. Hearing Jin Lin’s voice, she fixedly looked at Jin Lin, her voice somewhat hollow: “I’m fine, it’s just that I got quite scared just now, my heart felt like it was about to split open.”

“Zhaozhao, it’s okay now!” Shi Annuo held Wen Zhaozhao tightly, as tightly as he possibly could.

Wen Zhaozhao stood there dully, allowing him to hold her, and then shifted her gaze to Han Qianqian.

At that moment, Han Qianqian was also looking at her, her eyes seemed to carry a mocking tone, as if to say, ‘Now you should understand, right? Understand who is the woman Shi Annuo truly loves. Don’t be so melodramatically sad, if I were you, would I choose to leave?’

Not only did Wen Zhaozhao perceive such sentiment from her gaze, but Jin Lin saw it as well.

Wen Zhaozhao stretched out her hand, gently pushed Shi Annuo away, then looked at Han Qianqian and said softly, “Congratulations, Han Qianqian!”

Then she smiled, covering her injured hand as she left like that, with Shi Annuo following close behind…

After hearing Jin Lin out, Song Qinghuan had an ominous premonition, “Wen Zhaozhao said, ‘congratulations to Han Qianqian,'”

Jin Lin teased Little Lele, who was blinking her bright eyes, and replied, “Yeah, she said ‘congratulations to Han Qianqian,’ and I found it somewhat inexplicable.”

Song Qinghuan frowned and slowly analyzed the meaning behind those words, “Earlier, Han Qianqian said she wanted to compete fairly with Wen Zhaozhao. Although the two haven’t spoken lately, one could feel some underlying rivalry. Because of the commotion Zishi stirred up, Shi Annuo chose to save Han Qianqian. Then, Wen Zhaozhao’s congratulations meant that Han Qianqian had won, and she had lost…”