Su Yan noticed his anger from the corner of her eye and couldn't help but sneer. Was he angry again?
"Su Yan, I know you hate me," Gu Chaohan bent over and sat down by the bed, "but your body is your own; I can't endure the pain for you."
"I don't need you to endure it for me." She leaned back against the headboard, "nor do I need your pretended affection."
Gu Chaohan clenched his hands into fists, the figure in his eyes gradually shattered, until in the end, it could no longer be pieced together.
His thin lips moved slightly, but in the end, he didn't utter a single word.
Some things, after being explained too many times and still not believed by others, make you gradually tired of explaining.
Their relationship had reached this point; whether he was the murderer was no longer important. What mattered was that even if he wasn't, she wouldn't love him, not even a little.
