Chenxing was almost driven by him to the brink, standing at the edge of the pond, the toe of one foot clinging to emptiness. One more step backward and she'd plunge into the pond.
The water in the pond was not deep, but not shallow either. It being winter, anyone falling in would surely freeze. Gu Shaocheng, unwilling for her to be cold or get hurt, had to compromise and said, "Okay, okay, don't step back anymore, I'll back off, I won't grab you."
Then he quickly retreated ten steps, his gaze trained on her without blinking, not daring to withdraw too much for fear that she would have an accident while he was too far away to help.
Chenxing watched him warily—the murderer of her father!
"Let me go, let me leave this place!"
Chenxing's voice was filled with pain.
Looking at her expression, Gu Shaocheng felt deep self-reproach, but how could he possibly let her go.
"Chenxing, calm down, listen to me explain."
