He immediately swallowed his saliva hard and pressed the almost-uttered words down into his throat. He forced himself to move his eyes from her silhouette to a painting on the wall right in front of him.
Seeing her leave, I even wanted to stop her...
Her being so obedient and keeping away from me, is that what I've been dreaming of?
Why do I suddenly despise my only wish and want her to stay with me?
Gu Yusheng suddenly became upset. Without Qin Zhi'ai being in the guest room, he grabbed the cigarette case on the table without any hesitation, lit a cigar, and put it into his mouth.
The smell of the cigar eased his sentiment. Through the smoke floating in the air, he looked up at the pure white ceiling, asking himself in confusion from the bottom of his heart—why am I second guessing myself again?
I have so many questions...
