Because Jiang Yanshen would no longer be alone. There would always be a figure by his side called Lin Qingqian.
When the man holding the phone heard her words, he suddenly laughed. However, as he smiled, the corners of his eyes gradually turned red.
Gu Xici stood at the door and looked at him. He said in a low voice, "There's no one in this world who loves you more than Lin Qingqian."
Jiang Yanshen's body clearly stiffened. He looked up at him with a complicated gaze.
Gu Xici smirked. "Ah Yan, I've known you for so many years, but I've never understood you. Perhaps none of us understand you.
Perhaps you've already disguised yourself perfectly and can fool everyone, but don't forget what I do. The world-weary and coldness in your eyes can't fool me."
Jiang Yanshen's breathing paused, but there was no change in his exquisite facial features. Only something was beating violently in his chest.
