"In a rational state, you definitely wouldn't, but what if... you lost control?"
"I haven't lost control." Huo Jingting's face gathered endless complexity, "I won't lose control."
He held her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers, "Xiaoqiao, if... I'm saying if, if I ever lost control, do you think... I deserve forgiveness?"
Gu Nanqiao's expression was calm and thoughtful.
Every second she remained silent, his heart sank further.
No one knew how long the silence lasted before she finally gave an answer, "I don't think a rapist is entitled to forgiveness, and that's not aimed at you."
This resolute attitude showed she wasn't joking with him at all.
Huo Jingting's heart throbbed, and he felt even more uncertain.
Gu Nanqiao realized her previous stance, unclasped his hand, awkwardly looked away, "But I believe you would never do such a thing."
Huo Jingting looked at her profile, repeatedly questioning himself in his heart.
Does she really believe it?
