Gu Jiayin still didn't speak. She raised her eyes to look into his, and the whole world seemed empty.
For a fleeting moment, she suddenly wished time could stop like this. Whether he was sincere or not, at this moment she indeed felt steadfastly loved and felt the warmth he conveyed to her.
Then, let this life end like this.
No more pressure, no more confusion, to die at the finish line with a sense of warmth.
Perfect.
Sheng Qianchi looked at the woman in his arms, her beautiful eyes blinking as if her soul had been drained, and he felt inexplicably pained.
He reached out to caress her cheek, the pad of his thumb brushing over her lips, "That night, I didn't touch Qin Yishu."
Gu Jiayin's vacant eyes finally showed some movement, and her body trembled slightly. She turned her gaze to look into his eyes, her voice as soft as silk strings, "What did you say?"
