All she wanted was to know this, yet if Lu Zhanbei didn't answer, she wouldn't push for it further.
Thus, another wordless silence unfolded between them, like an unseen and untouchable wall lying in the middle of them, imbuing the air with a faint sense of melancholy.
Eventually, when her hair was no longer dripping water and the man had ceased his rhythmic movements, he suddenly asked, "Qianqian, are you blaming me? Blaming me for what I did to you that night?"
Reference to that night...
Gu Qianqian's small hand unconsciously became weary. After biting her lip for a long time, she finally mustered the courage to lift her head and ask him, "Why... why did you do that?"
Why did I do that?
Because I saw that photo, which made me believe that you weren't exclusively mine. I even thought there was an unclear relationship with Lu Yebai. What's more important, I was madly jealous, as I couldn't bear the idea of anyone else touching you.
