What if these people take advantage of this opportunity, slipping through the cracks to harm her?
It’s not like he didn’t make preparations beforehand. Such things have happened several tis already, but because he brushed them off lightly, she wouldn’t know!
Last ti, those scoundrels who followed her were rely insignificant characters, yet she was shivering in fear in his arms just because of a pendant hanging around her neck. If he told her that real professionals wouldn’t be detected by her, how terrified would she be?
Growing severe, his voice thundered, "Tell ! Is this wrong or not!?"
Suddenly, he roared and Chenxing jolted in fright.
She felt like her whole body was on fire, trembling in fear. For the first ti, she realized how scared and broken-hearted she felt when Gu Shaocheng was cold towards her.
How she yearned for him to say sothing tender at this mont;
Yet there was nothing!
She wished that he would cradle her in the palm of his hand like he did before;
Yet there was nothing!
Her heart ached so much that her eyes welled up with tears that she couldn’t hold back. They rolled down her cheeks as she sniffled, her nose filled with snot. She could hardly breathe.
His voice was stern, cold, and terrifying.
She didn’t know if ignoring him and ditching him was wrong, she just felt so wronged and sad. Her heart was being torn apart, yet she still clung to him desperately for warmth, protecting her bottom. Overwheld with tears and sobbing uncontrollably, she mumbled, "Tis... tis... tis..."
Gu Shaocheng frowned again, a chill flickered in his eyes, "Don’t you think you’re wrong?"
"...My nose... My nose is going to start running..." Her voice quivered with desperation, her heart aching with grievance.
She had spent an entire day shopping cheerfully with her cousin, only to be dragged to Yearning Gate by Gu Shaocheng, forced to climb an exhaust pipe. In fear of his anger, she spent the whole afternoon devising ways to nd things and practicing a dance she would usually never attempt. To please him, she practiced until her waist almost twisted. She put on a wholehearted performance for him, trying to win his favor, only to be t with a beating. Her heart was in agony.
She wiped her tears and snot in helplessness, her hands soaking wet, unable to distinguish tears from the snot.
Gu Shaocheng’s heart clenched, the taste of her grievance making him feel indescribable.
He stood up, fetched a box of tissues and put them in front of her. She imdiately grabbed a tissue as if her nose was a flooding river that couldn’t be wiped dry.
He usually despised her uncouth manners, and now, when he watched her throwing balls of tissues stained with snot and tears onto his wool carpet, perhaps due to pity, he found that he was not even mad, on the contrary, all his anger vanished.
In the following fifteen minutes, neither of them spoke.
Gu Shaocheng sat on the edge of the bed, smoking, his gaze fixed on the back of her head. Her face was lowered the whole ti, as if stubbornly refusing to let him see her tears.
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