Gu Jingchen himself politely and courteously sat at the other end of the sofa.
"Alright." Already possessed by a strong premonition, Su Rou bit her lip with flawless teeth, dropped into the seat in a daze, struggling to breathe. Every breath seemed to tug at the wound in her chest, causing her complexion to pale drastically.
"Miss Su, to be honest, your feelings for me—I've received them loud and clear. But what I want to say is, thank you deeply for your misplaced affection. Because I already belong to someone else, yes, it's that little girl who just entered the room a moment ago."
Gu Jingchen's faint smile graced his thin lips, curving upward gently. As his gaze dropped for a fleeting moment, thoughts of his beloved little woman surfaced. The previously sharp aura of the man melted instantly into a rich warmth of affection and indulgence.
"Is she that extraordinary? Extraordinary enough to make you value her so highly?"
