In that instant, as Gu Shaocheng watched her throw the gun away, something wild seemed to surge within him, coursing through his veins.
Without thinking, he wondered:
Had she forgiven him? Or was it that she subconsciously couldn't bear to harm him?
He couldn't take his eyes off her, the slight shudder in her back. A part of him instinctively wanted to draw her into his arms.
But as his hand extended halfway, he retracted it automatically.
As a decisive man, his lips tightened, wanting to hold her to fend off her frailty and helplessness. Yet, he knew all too well, she was not seeking solace in his embrace - she probably even abhorred it.
The entire journey was filled with silence. Inside the car, it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
The atmosphere was suffocating.
The driver wanted to play some music to lighten the mood, but he dared not make the decision, caught in the dilemma of "to play music or not to play music" until they reached the airport.
