Gu Chaohan pressed his lips together, unable to say a word.
He knew he was wrong, but he realized it too late.
Gu Chaohan walked over, sat beside Su Yan, and his gaze fixed on her face. Even in her sleep, she was never at peace; her brows furrowed tightly, filled with unease.
He tentatively took her small hand, his palm tightening.
Su Yan vaguely sensed something strange, unconsciously withdrawing her hand from his grip. Her tightly closed cherry lips slightly parted, "Don't touch me…"
The blurred voice carried a hint of helplessness and pain.
Pain flashed in Gu Chaohan's eyes. He got up and walked to the window ledge, "Will there be any aftereffects?"
