Gu Haitang could sense that Chu Xuan's body was trembling slightly, his chest rising and falling violently, his fist clenching tightly, unaware even as his fingernails dug into his palm.
She understood why he was so angry, but...
It could be said that only until this moment did Chu Xuan finally understand what was contained in Qingqing's last glance as she left, aside from tears and reluctance—it was a cry for help! She was asking me for rescue.
He had never known that Qingqing, such a charming and lively, prideful and spirited girl, had grown up in such a twisted and tormenting environment.
She had never complained to him, never told him about the harm her mother inflicted on her, never mentioned that she would continue to be tormented after she returned. Was she afraid I'd worry?
