At that, there was silence.
On one side was shock.
On the other, regret. Gu Changsheng felt somewhat helpless; he shouldn't have said that...
As expected.
In the very next instant, the brief shock turned into a laughably bitter bitterness. Zhan Yiyi shook her head, "Thank you for your kindness, but I don't need it!"
Her words were decisive and left no room for doubt.
Not needed?!
It was likely not the case. What she really meant was, "I don't trust you."
The Zhan Yiyi of today had every reason to protect herself and push others away. Trust was the cheapest for her, but for others, gaining Zhan Yiyi's trust could be like striking it rich.
Just like Gu Changsheng, if he now spread the word that he had found the reclusive Zhan Yiyi, and that she had been disfigured, it would inevitably attract a horde of opportunists and media reporters vying to buy this information.
As for Zhan Yiyi herself...
