Song Ling wanted to tell Gu Dai that she deserved what had happened. If she hadn't been so set on marrying him in the first place, she would never have gone through such an ordeal.
But when Song Ling looked at Gu Dai's face, something inside him hesitated. His mouth opened and closed, and in the end, the words remained trapped in his throat, unsaid.
Gu Dai, sensing his reluctance, didn't want to prolong the uncomfortable moment. Her voice, slightly impatient, broke the silence, "If there's nothing else, then I'll be going."
"Wait!" Song Ling's spoke out.
Gu Dai, not wanting to be drawn into a pointless conversation, continued to walk away.
Taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart, Song Ling spoke directly, "I've already given the painting to Miss Gu, and you knew it well. Yet you still bought it from my mom. No matter how you look at it, this is unethical of you!"
