Han yichu looked at Huang qingwu's cold reaction, and he really could not stand it. It was as if his heart was being cut open by a knife, and it was very painful.
However, no matter how painful it was, he had to suppress this emotion.
Because compared to this pain, he couldn't lose qingwu.
Han yichu's throat moved. She wanted to hold her lover in her arms, but she couldn't do anything now.
She could only look on helplessly, as if she was looking at a stranger.
Han yichu almost couldn't stand the excitement.
He vaguely knew that qingwu might have recalled something.
However, he still didn't want to be sure, or rather, he didn't dare to be sure.
"Qingwu, what's wrong?" he asked hoarsely. Can you tell me?"
Han yichu's voice was so low that she didn't want to disturb qingwu.
He could feel that the current qingwu was really weak. She was as weak as a bubble that would burst with a single poke.
Therefore, he didn't dare to move or speak.
