It felt as if her soul was taken away entirely by that man.
Staring blankly into space, she accidentally committed the same mistake, and history repeated itself.
Yun Shishi hung her head low to look at Gu Xingze's handmade leather shoes, which she had trampled on twice, and the guilt in her eyes seemed to be on the brink of flowing out.
"Shishi, you zoned out again." Gu Xingze creased his brows and eased off the pace.
"I - I didn't…"
Lacking the strength to explain herself, she also felt very frustrated.
Why was she suddenly out of sorts?
The scene of Mu Yazhe and Mu Wanrou dancing together was like a thorn piercing into her heart; it was painful and numbing.
She looked up. She was still puzzling over on how she should explain herself, when she spotted Mu Yazhe walking toward her while holding Mu Wanrou's hand from her peripheral view.
