Zhang Qirui hugged Du Xiaoxi and whispered, "Your life belongs to me from now on." He never understood whether Du Xiaoxi meant love or hate to him. Du Xiaoxi watched Ximen Chuixue on TV and thought to herself, "I know a man. The little black mole on his right cheek is more coquettish than Ximen Chuixue." That little black mole was engraved in his memory like him.
