Gu Shiting didn't say anything more.
His driving was smooth the whole way, delivering Sheng Tang back to Gu Jiahui's apartment.
The car entered the residential area, and he stood beside the car, watching Sheng Tang as she went home.
Sheng Tang waved at him, "Go back."
Gu Shiting's gaze was steady, just quietly observing her, as if trying to engrave her silhouette into his heart.
When Sheng Tang got home, no one was there; both Gu Jiahui and Cheng Lichuan were busy.
She took out her script.
In the evening, Gu Jiahui came back from work to check on her wound.
Sheng Tang showed him.
"It's not deep," Gu Jiahui felt relieved, then naturally pulled her into his embrace.
Sheng Tang: "..."
She didn't quite understand the meaning of this gesture, feeling it was a bit too much for their relationship.
However, she didn't push him away.
Just as she had said herself, she was a competent contract performer; she wouldn't shy away, not even from a kiss, if Gu Jiahui wanted to.
