<h4>Chapter 792: Sorry, My Baby (3)</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>Henyee Trantions <strong>Editor: </strong>Henyee Trantions


    Despite his serious tone, An Xiaxia knew he meant somethingpletely different...


    <i>That’s enough, Mr. Idol!</i>


    She looked away, jabbed the tips of her index fingers together, then stole a nce at Sheng Yize.


    Hm, after not seeing him for quite a while, he seemed to have be more handsome.


    He even had longer eyshes than she did, hm...


    The scheming guy said suddenly, “Enjoying the view?”


    “What...” An Xiaxia suddenly realized that she had been staring at him.


    Why, wasn’t she a little too old to act like an infatuated girl?


    Sheughed awkwardly. “I wasn’t looking at you. I’m just savoring the view outside.”


    Sheng Yize smiled and didn’tment.


    An Xiaxia vowed to herself that she would stop gawking.


    However, she had no control over where her eyes strayed. She began to stare at Sheng Yize a few momentster.


    “Stare at me again and I’m eating you up!” the husband threatened with a stern face.


    That sessfully frightened An Xiaxia, who sat up straight right away like a good student.


    She yed with her phone for a while in boredom before she made up her mind and said to Sheng Yize, “I’d like you toe with me to a ce.”


    “Where?” Sheng Yize raised an eyebrow.


    “A ce that I’ve always wanted to go, but was too afraid to...” An Xiaxia murmured.


    –


    Yu City Psychiatric Hospital.


    The nurse led An Xiaxia to the ward Zhong Yue used to live in.


    Zhong Yue’s living conditions had been reasonable. Her suite consisted of two bedrooms and a living room, which were all kept clean and tidy. There was a small garden outside her window, where refreshing nts grew.


    However, no matter how nice it looked, one couldn’t overlook the fact that a corridor away was the psych ward where patients with all kinds of conditions dwelled.


    An Xiaxia saw people behaving in various unusual ways on her way in. Some were dancing strangely, some kept standing on their hands despite the nurse’s repeated cajoling, and many more growled incoherently like caged animals.


    Zhong Yue had lived in such a ce for over a decade.


    An Xiaxia felt like bursting into tears.


    She walked around the room, blinked, and asked, “Hey, where did I use to hide my things when I was little?”


    Sheng Yize said, “Under my pillow or your pillow.”


    An Xiaxia felt her cheeks heat up. Come to think of it, she had indeed been a dumb kid when she was little...


    The funniest thing she ever did was when she went all the way to this far-off convenience store to buy her favorite strawberry popsicle. She then hid it under Sheng Yize’s pillow as if it was her most treasured possession.


    She then went to y with Er Fu, forgetting all about the popsicle.


    Back then, she hadn’t had any concept of using the fridge, but only thought that as long as it was hidden, all was well.


    Sheng Yize had had a very unpleasant experience when he went to bed that night. The popsicle had meltedpletely, staining his pillow, sheets, and duvet.


    When An Xiaxia went to y with him the following day, she got a good spanking.


    An Xiaxia thought it wouldn’t do any harm to try, so she lifted Zhong Yue’s pillow.


    There was nothing.


    She wouldn’t give up just yet. She knocked around on the bed frame until something caught her attention.


    Lifting up the bedding and mattress, she saw that one of the wooden boards was of a different color.


    An Xiaxia removed the board to find a concealedpartment, in which were a few journals, a photo album, and other bibs and bobs.


    “Talk about the power of genes... I finally know where I got that habit of hiding things under pillows.” An Xiaxia didn’t know whether tough or cry.


    Opening one of the journals, she saw Zhong Yue’s pretty handwriting.


    An Xiaxia flipped through the pages, but as she read on, the look on her face changed.