So as to avoid any irreparable danger from his sight later on.
This is what Nan Baihao suggested, and after considering it, Gu Shaocheng could only nod, "Alright, you take her back to the hotel, I need to clear my head!"
He took off his coat, attempting to put it on Chenxing's shoulders, but she quickly ducked out of the way. He gave up, standing before Chenxing like a child that had done wrong, murmuring, "You're right, I truly am sick."
Chenxing sobbed, not listening to him.
"I'll have Baihao take you back, you—" He paused, suddenly speechless, "No matter what, I can't let you go. You should rest."
Then, filled with limitless regret, he shoved the driver out of the car and drove off in the black Cadillac they had come in.
From the look in her eyes, he could see her disgust. It was as if all the effort he'd spent on her in the past few months had been wasted due to this incident, and she was contemplating leaving him again.
A feeling of oppression filled his chest.
