Walking out of the private club, Gong Ting had his hands in his pockets, watching Wei Anning silently follow by his side. She didn't ask him why he was outside the tea room, nor did he explain.
In fact, he knew from Morin that his father had arranged to meet her, so he followed along and listened to their conversation word for word.
He suddenly felt like they were a bunch of thieves, wielding invisible blades, cutting into her heart over and over again.
She longed for freedom so much, yet they wielded their whips, forcing her to descend into the abyss with them. His heart was oppressed by pain, almost unable to breathe, but he still thought, maybe if he tried a little harder, they might have a chance to be together.
"The short hair looks very nice, Ning'er," Gong Ting sincerely praised.
