"But Fu Ying can? Fu Ying clearly hurt you so deeply," Gu Ci asked in a low voice with a hint of hoarseness.
As soon as these words were spoken, Fu Ying, who was standing in the shadows, froze and clenched his fists.
Just as Fu Ying was feeling agonized by the long wait, Mo Rao's cold but firm voice sounded in the empty parking lot below.
"He's different." To her, Fu Ying had always been different.
As Fu Ying heaved a sigh of relief in the shadows, Gu Ci's lips curled into a mocking smile, but he didn't know who he was mocking.
"So, no matter what, you will choose Fu Ying."
As Mo Rao looked at Gu Ci, who looked a little dispirited now, she felt a little sorry, but she didn't say anything to comfort him. As for Fu Ying, since things had already come to this, she might as well admit it.
Mo Rao's silence was interpreted by Gu Ci as Mo Rao admitting to what he had just said.
