Gu Xuanye's hand around her waist was so tight she couldn't pry it off.
This "Susu," this "Let's make up," made Mo Qiansu's heart ache even more.
She opened her mouth, gasping for breath, to slightly ease the suffocating pain in her chest.
Having learned about Gu Xuanye's feelings for her from Lou Zixuan's lips, how could she not believe his words?
It's just...
After suppressing the long, dull pain, she curved her lips into a forced, indifferent cold laugh, "The days before Xiaoyu's birthday, dare you say you weren't deliberately neglecting me? Later, you even ran back in the middle of the night and threw a drunken tantrum at me, have you forgotten all that?!"
"That was because I..." Gu Xuanye pursed his lips and ultimately did not reveal that he already knew Xiaoyu was Jing Chen's son.
If she wanted to keep it a secret, then he would pretend to know nothing, playing along to keep her secret buried forever.
