Gu Ningyi's voice was calm, even quite pleasant to the ear, but Zhou Yalin never expected that he would say those few words. For a moment, she thought she had heard wrong.
"Ning Yi, what, what are you saying?"
"Didn't you hear it clearly?"
Gu Ningyi looked at her coldly, his dark eyes deep and unfathomable, hiding a tremendous undercurrent, filled with extreme danger.
His gaze on her was icy, terrifying, utterly devoid of warmth.
Zhou Yalin, stunned by his gaze, widened her eyes in disbelief, her voice trembling, "Yi, what's wrong with you?"
All these years, although things were always lukewarm between her and Gu Ningyi, he almost never got angry with her, let alone looked at her with such cold eyes.
"What's wrong with me?" Gu Ningyi smiled, his voice cold and heartless, "That's a question you should ask yourself."
Ask herself?
What's wrong with her?
Did she do something wrong? So much so that he got angry?
