Gu Jiajia's words were like a sharp knife, ruthlessly stabbing into Gerry's heart.
Gerry's heart twisted, sending waves of pure pain.
His gaze grew more somber, his eyes reddened, veins visible within them.
He stared at Gu Jiajia: "Look at me and tell me the truth, if Jing Hua were alive, and he returned to you, what would you do?"
Gu Jiajia looked at Gerry with tears in her eyes, her voice full of anguish: "Didn't I just say? I would bless him and his wife with a happy life!"
"Quan Canjuan is already dead!"
"So what? This doesn't change the fact that they are married!" Gu Jiajia bit her lip, speaking with hatred.
"…" Seeing her face washed with tears, Gerry's heart ached indescribably, his gaze trembled, as did his heart.
It turns out, this was what she minded, she had always minded this—
Gu Jiajia wiped the tears from her face with her hand, then took five seconds to calm herself.
