Every time he thought about it, Gu Jingchen felt a piercing ache as if his heart was being crushed into pieces. The sky outside remained dark, though stars and the moon still hung faintly, as if they had lost their spirit.
Unable to bear the hammering pain in his chest any longer, the man put on a casual jacket, grabbed his car keys, and strode downstairs. He exited the bar, got into his Maybach, and drove toward the Green Beauty District.
"He hung up on me. He's really upset with me. I was wrong… That slap hurt so much, my hand is still aching…"
After Gu Jingchen hung up, Shang Xixia sank onto her bed, tears streaming down like torrential rain. She gazed at her pale palm, as if merely looking at it brought back the stinging sensation of that slap.
She dared not think—refused to think—about the look in his eyes at that moment, a look filled with hurt and helplessness, because recalling it now would leave her gasping for air with unspeakable pain.
