The man grew a bit impatient after waiting a long time without her answer. He turned back to stare at her, the sunlight shining on her face, her complexion so pale it seemed almost translucent, as if she could faint at any moment.
"You don't have to feel forced," he said with a smirk. "I, Gong Ting, don't lack your love."
As he spoke these words, a cloud of mixed emotions surged within him. How could he possibly not care? The image of her rushing to shield Fu Zhengci was like a curse that constantly stabbed at his heart.
The woman he, Gong Ting, admired was so indifferent to him. How could he tolerate this?
Even if he held her heart tightly in his grasp and then discarded her, he was unwilling to admit his failure so profound that he could neither keep Ning'er nor hold onto a woman who should have belonged to him.
Xiao Yu was teary-eyed; she knew she had no power to refuse. Besides, her heart had long been his; she was just sinking deeper into hell. "I promise you!"
