Gu Yi'an's face turned pale.
She bit her lips tightly, the tender rosy lips losing all their color from her bite.
Rong Zhan didn't speak, just quietly watched Gu Yi'an.
After a few minutes, Gu Yi'an finally raised her head, a trace of panic in her eyes, but more anxiety.
"Xiao Ye... it's really like this."
Rong Zhan nodded, "Yes."
A look of despair flashed across Gu Yi'an's face. She couldn't help but lean back against the sofa, covering her face with her hands as tears streamed through her fingers...
Rong Zhan's words were so ruthless, so cruel and harsh, yet also so true.
She had to consider these matters.
If one day she woke up and lost control of her body, with Xiao Ye taking over, then looking at Tan Jincheng lying beside her, would Xiao Ye, because of aversion or annoyance, or just as Rong Zhan said, simply due to a bad mood, directly attack Tan Jincheng?
Even if this possibility was minuscule, Gu Yi'an did not dare to relax because this possibility indeed existed.
