"Still pretending? Aren't you Gu Ningyi always so bold and straightforward?"
The light in Gu Ningyi's eyes dimmed, and his face grew even paler. Even wrapped in a coat, he couldn't resist the chill seeping from his body, and his head was dizzy, muddled beyond measure.
At this moment, he didn't have the mind to engage in a silent battle of wits with Dong Xin Yan. Looking at her, he spoke in a low voice, "I haven't been feeling well these past few days, and I don't know what's happened. Either you clarify things, or you leave."
The night was deep, with only a wall lamp at the doorway casting a faint glow. The light wasn't bright enough for Dong Xin Yan to notice Gu Ningyi's sickly condition. More importantly, she was now consumed by extreme rage, having lost her reason. She refused to believe what he said, presumptively viewing anything he said as an excuse.
