All of Huo Jingting's explanations were blocked in his throat by her single sentence. He looked at her obvious indifference and distance, feeling a bit complicated inside.
Last night, after Yao Qin threw herself into his arms, his mind was particularly chaotic, even mistaking her for Gu Nanqiao.
But as soon as he held her, his rationality was restored.
He had held one person for too long, his arms unconsciously formed that shape, whether it was someone else or her, he couldn't possibly not recognize it.
But at that moment, Yao Qin's hands were already clinging to his neck. When he pushed her away, he used so much force that her fingernails left scratches on his chest.
Afterward, he didn't bother with her anymore and let her leave alone.
It wasn't until the scent of the perfume faded that the agitation within him calmed down.
Perfume?
