The two of them gazed at each other for a while, and finally, he withdrew his hand.
A tremendous sorrow invaded his entire body, and Gu Chaohan was almost disoriented by her words.
Su Yan reached out to jab at his heart, "Does it hurt?"
It hurts.
It's not that he didn't hurt, but she never understood his pain.
Gu Chaohan felt a heavy sadness looming over him. He didn't regret falling in love with her, but he couldn't help but start to reflect; was it really wrong to keep her by his side by any means?
While tormenting himself, she was also suffering.
The man's eyes were filled with sorrow, and he pushed her onto the bed, his mind a chaotic mess.
Su Yan propped herself up with her hands on either side of her body. Her hair was disheveled, hiding half of her face, "Gu Chaohan, if I were you, I wouldn't bring misery upon myself."
Gu Chaohan said nothing more, turned around, and walked towards the bedroom door, wanting to leave.
