But Gu Lanshan still felt somewhat sad at heart.
It was an inexplicable sadness.
An unfathomable sadness.
Deep down, she had always thought that Sheng Shi and Shi'er were different, but she knew that Sheng Shi and Shi'er were the same person.
Whether it was Sheng Shi or Shi'er, in the end, neither needed her.
"Chu Chu," Sheng Shi looked at Gu Lanshan, breaking the silence, "what are you thinking?"
Hearing Sheng Shi's words, Gu Lanshan lifted her eyelids, feeling a sour ache at the bottom of her eyes. She pursed her lips and said, "Sheng Shi, I'll listen to you."
Sheng Shi's hand, which had been hanging by his side, suddenly clenched. He slowly leaned back in his chair, lifted his head, and messed up his hair with a random sweep, blurring his handsome, dazzling features in the shadow of his hand.
