Pei Nianchen's body was straight as a string pulled to its limit, his fists clenched tighter, and he could even hear the cracking of his knuckles.
The hatred in his eyes surged like tumultuous waves, as if he was already on the most brutal battlefield.
After a long time, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Is what he said... all true?"
Gu Jiayin slowly turned her head to look at Pei Nianchen. His state of extreme endurance suddenly pricked her nerves, and so she scoffed, picked up the trench coat on the backrest, and turned to leave.
There's a kind of embarrassment called fleeing in defeat.
Did he look like he was disgusted with her?
Ha! In fact, they should despise each other, and be despised by each other.
He had touched her enemy, making her feel like a thorn was lodged in her heart, and she had been touched by the person he cared about the most, so he must have a knot in his heart as well.
They could never return to the past.
