His voice was soft, yet each word carried an astonishing power.
Gu Qiaoqiao never doubted that.
She bit her lip and slowly nodded, softly saying, "I believe you."
Qin Yize's gaze still rested intently on her, with a focus that was different from before.
It seemed as if thick ink roiled deep within his pupils.
Those eyes, bright as stars, seemed to contain a thousand words he didn't know where to begin.
Eventually, that multitude of unspoken words turned into a faint sigh. He gently lifted his hand and tucked a strand of Gu Qiaoqiao's hair, blown astray by the wind, behind her ear.
He stared into Gu Qiaoqiao's eyes, full of clear and trusting water.
His heart was filled with sourness.
Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao...
Do you want to leave me now, leave the Qin family?
Is that so?
The night he was injured, he saw determination in Gu Qiaoqiao's eyes.
So, he avoided her for three days.
