Gu Qingcheng didn't look into Huo Sicheng's eyes; her gaze was fixed on his right hand, which was slender and elegant with distinct knuckles like jade.
Her lips moved, and she wanted to ask all the accumulated questions in one go.
In the end, she swallowed them again.
If the words "Miss Li" were like a spell, what Zhao Shu said to her tonight was more like a knife stabbing deep into her heart.
It had been so difficult for her and Huo Sicheng to reconcile and finally lead a peaceful married life.
But those three words, "Miss Li," casually shattered her peaceful life.
Huo Sicheng noticed that Gu Qingcheng had something on her mind. He approached her and reached out to hold her hand.
The moment his hand touched Gu Qingcheng, he saw her quickly withdraw from him, almost taking a step back.
"What's going on?" he asked softly, "Tell me."
Gu Qingcheng shook her head. "It's nothing."
