A dark and desolate space.
Qiao Xiguan sat in the corner, with Mo Shu beside her.
After they were thrown into this place, Ai Qing seemed to have vanished?! Or maybe he hadn't gone anywhere. Ai Qing's actions were elusive, always making people feel that death was near.
"Qiao Xiguan, do you hate Gu Zichen?" In the silent space, Mo Shu's somewhat deep and hoarse voice echoed.
Qiao Xiguan remained silent, seemingly contemplating the question.
"Everyone left, but they left you behind."
Qiao Xiguan was still silent.
She thought she probably couldn't forget, seeing the scene of the helicopter leaving with her own eyes.
She couldn't see Gu Zichen's expression on the helicopter, could only conjure up a cold-blooded face in her mind.
