Huo Jingting took a step to the bedside, slightly bending his body down.
Gu Nanqiao originally wanted to pretend to be asleep, but after a moment of thought, she felt there was no need to do so, so she lifted the quilt and opened her eyes.
As their gazes met, Huo Jingting looked at her red eyes, "What's wrong? Have you been crying?"
Gu Nanqiao bit her thin lips tightly, the impulsive emotions in her heart continued to ferment, nearly destroying the calmness she struggled to maintain.
Huo Jingting's handsome face was close to hers, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't see it clearly, her pupils were a blur.
Her gaze scattered as she stared at him, suddenly recalling that night.
Helplessness, struggle, pain, and the tearing agony, even after more than a thousand days and nights, were still vivid.
Perhaps some wounds never truly heal in a lifetime, and what she thought was healing was just a deceptive illusion.
