Gu Yanting's eyes half-closed, his dark pupils emanating a gloomy color.
"Why are you not talking?"
Zhuo Ya shook her head, "There's nothing I want to say; I just want to sleep."
"Ah Ya, are you still thinking about Song Zhe?"
Zhuo Ya's hand, hanging by her side, involuntarily trembled twice.
But soon, she regained her composure, looked at Gu Yanting, and frowned, "No."
"Really not thinking about Song Zhe?"
"Not thinking."
"Then that's good, I thought you were thinking about Song Zhe."
"Ah Ya, if you must love, it can only be me; if you must hate, it can only be me, alright?"
When Gu Yanting said this, his eyes showed obsession and wildness.
Zhuo Ya found herself stiff all over from the emotions she saw in the man's eyes.
She opened her mouth, trying to say something, but ultimately, she couldn't say anything and gave up.
Gu Yanting, I don't love you, I only hate you!
...
The news of Gu Yanting calling off his engagement with Nan Mingzhu spread like wildfire.
