Whether it was because of Gu Jiangnian's command not to speak, or because Jiang Muwan truly didn't know how to respond, she just looked at him with eager eyes, wordless.
Why not speak? Simply because everything Gu Jiangnian had said, she understood.
Understood as she did, she still did not wish to acknowledge it.
She was a coward, a shrinking tortoise.
Gu Jiangnian looked at her and sighed, with a sense of helplessness. He glanced at his wristwatch, nine minutes remained.
He leaned forward and kissed Jiang Muwan's tousled hair: "Just nine minutes left, let's call a truce so I can spend this birthday with Manman."
At the entrance of the four-tier cabin, Gu Jiangnian gestured for Jiang Muwan to push open the cabin door.
