Gu Zixuan's eyelashes trembled as she gazed into the air, and said, "No."
"If he gives in to the pressure and can't marry you, still no?"
Perhaps the question was too piercing for Gu Zixuan's thoughts, and she didn't notice He Qimo's unusually profound and abnormal gaze for a moment.
She shook her head and said, "No, at worst, we just won't get married. It's just a formality anyway, as long as... he treats me well, that's enough."
The response was too calm, without a moment of hesitation.
It made He Qimo understand why Gu Zixuan knew about the rumors of "affair" but still stayed with Feng Chengjin.
Some decisions she had already made.
For some people, those eight years were endless torment. For them, it was the start of a kind of happiness.
At that moment, there was a self-mocking deepness in He Qimo's eyes, as deep as the sea, spinning inside him for a long time, yet never able to reach a profoundness.
