"Okay."
Zhuo Ya did not refuse, very obediently and sensibly accepted.
Gu Yanting picked up Zhuo Ya and asked faintly, "Ah Ya, are you truly sincere?"
Zhuo Ya's hands trembled twice, and after a moment, she loosened her fists, a faint complexity flashing in the depths of her eyes.
She lifted her face, looking at Gu Yanting and asked, "Ah Yan, what do you mean by all this? Why don't I understand?"
"I'm really afraid you will suddenly disappear from in front of me."
"Ah Yan, I won't."
Before she had killed Gu Yanting, how could Zhuo Ya bear to leave him?
"Ah Ya, you love me, right?"
"Mm, I love you."
Zhuo Ya cast her eyes down, nodding slightly at Gu Yanting.
She told Gu Yanting that indeed she did love him.
Gu Yanting raised his hand, gently caressing Zhuo Ya's cheek.
"Ah Ya, you can't leave me, nor can you betray me again."
"I can forgive you once, twice, but not a third time, not a fourth."
"How could I betray you when I love you?"
