Zhou Yalin's face turned pale as she was being scolded. She dared not retort, nodding repeatedly, then stood up and followed after him.
Zhou Yalin called out to Gu Ningyi at the study door. Her dark eyes fixed steadily on him, her pretty face tensed as she spoke in a deep voice, "Ning Yi, let's talk."
Gu Ningyi glanced at her indifferently and did not object, "Alright."
The two of them went up to the second-floor terrace. Gu Ningyi lazily leaned against the railing, his posture relaxed and his expression indifferent, his dark eyes as deep and unreadable as ever.
The wall lamp cast a faint light, partially illuminating his profile, accentuating his features with depth and elegance. As Zhou Yalin looked at him, the resentment in her heart quickly dissipated.
This was the man she deeply loved; how could she truly be angry with him?
