We Are Different
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
"Don't throw it!" Just as Jia Yi yelled, the fan had already left Nian Xiaomu's hands. It was flying towards the teacup on the table.
"My fan!"
Jia Yi yelled in agony as he leaped forward. He tripped over the chair, fell onto his knees and his head hit the table.
"Clang" the sound was crisp and clear.
Jia Yi fell backward and sat on the floor.
He pressed his hands against his forehead and looked up in a daze. "Fan, my fan…"
He got up frantically and when he saw that the fan was fine, he relaxed. It was as if he had been drained of all his energy as he fell back onto his seat.
The next moment, he remembered that Nian Xiaomu had not left his office. He hugged the fan in his arms.
He stared at her warily like she was a devil.