"Don't talk nonsense to me here,"
"I said I would marry you, and that's not in conflict with keeping Zhuo Ya alive."
"I won't allow anything to happen to Zhuo Ya, do you understand what I mean?"
Gu Yanting said coldly, then turned without a word and walked towards the door.
Watching Gu Yanting's retreating back, Han Xiaoxiao's strength seemed to be drained from her.
She held back her anger, biting her tongue, her face fierce with rage.
Gu Yanting, you're simply a bastard.
But she hadn't gotten Gu Yanting yet, so she had to endure.
Otherwise, she would get nothing.
Whatever she wanted to have, she must have.
...
Zhuo Ya, in her daze, felt as though she was walking down a very dark and long road.
There was no one around—no matter whose name she called, there was no response.
She kept walking, exhausted, until despair swallowed her up.
In her agony, the sound of a baby's cry suddenly rang in Zhuo Ya's ears.
