"Let go," these two heavy words, yet she could say them so effortlessly.
Gu Nanqiao clung to his shoulder, "You should know, this not only won't help me untie my knots, but it might even make me hate you more."
The air was silent.
A single word "hate" lingered in his heart, refusing to disperse.
Huo Jingting eventually couldn't continue. He got up from her and went into the bathroom without a word.
Gu Nanqiao lay there straight as a puppet on strings, motionless.
After a long while, she finally managed to stand up, fumbling around to pick up her clothes from the bed and putting them on one by one, so she wouldn't be seen by Little Douya looking so disheveled.
Once dressed, Gu Nanqiao took two tissues from the box and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, then lay back down.
She reached out, her fingertips gently stroking the baby's small face. Other than the eyes, which resembled Huo Jingting, the rest of the features were quite similar to hers.
