His fingers were ice-cold.
"It was you who interrupted the piano playing, so it shouldn't count as my mistake,"
Sheng Qianxia suppressed the raging storm inside her heart and calmly began to speak to Gong Beiyao.
"Do you want to listen to it again from the beginning, or should I continue from where I left off? Of course, if you'd rather not listen at all, I would be perfectly content—just remember that my payment should not be any less."
Gong Beiyao, hearing her speak in such a matter-of-fact tone, couldn't help but stare at her coldly, as if trying to see right through her!
He wanted to see compromise in her eyes, sadness and sorrow, a breakdown.
If only she would ask him for mercy, even with the simplest of pleas, her unwillingness; if only she would admit her fault, he would have a reason to forgive her unconditionally!
Forgiving all her past actions!!
But—she just had to have no emotional reaction, looking at him as if he were a stranger.
