Afraid that he would regret it the next second, and pull her back, pressing her onto the bed.
As they brushed past each other, Dong Xin Yan didn't pause for a moment, like a breeze, gently passing by, quickly leaving no trace.
Gu Ningyi's hand unconsciously reached forward, as if wanting to grasp something, but in the end, his hand slowly curled up, little by little.
What if he did grasp it?
It's not his to own, nor could he bear to harm it, so he could only let go.
Gu Ningyi's thin lips curved slightly, full of self-mockery and sorrow.
Dong Xin Yan ran to the door, hand on the lock, just about to twist it open when she suddenly remembered something, and the half-twisted lock was immediately stopped.
Her mood hadn't recovered, tear stains remained on her face, the fear in her dark eyes had not dissipated; she desperately wanted to leave, the farther from Gu Ningyi, the better.
But... what about Ziyang?
