The man was dressed in all black, imbued with the chill of the night air, emanating a forbidding aura that could not be ignored.
He strode towards her.
Ming Yao sat on the sofa, her arms wrapped around her knees. Upon seeing him approach, she didn't move.
Soon, he squatted down in front of her.
They locked eyes.
After what felt like an eternity, Ming Yao broke the silence, "Was the amnesia feigned?"
Gu Siting knew he couldn't deceive her any longer. His jaw was taut, and several seconds passed before he murmured a low affirmation.
He stretched out his slender hand to grasp her small one, directing it towards his handsome face.
"Yaoyao, it was wrong of me to deceive you, hit me as hard as you can..."
Ming Yao didn't hit him; instead, she retracted her hand, but in the next second, the man's towering figure pressed directly towards her.
