Gu Zixuan didn't know what to say, her eyelashes trembled, she nodded slightly, "Mm."
In an instant, He Qimo let out a mocking laugh.
Without saying a word, he turned and walked out.
After the fight, and carrying her all the way, his somewhat weak body made Gu Zixuan suddenly think of the incident at the hospital last time, uncontrollable emotions welled up from the bottom of her heart.
Struggling to sit up, she hastily called out, "Qi Mo."
After eight years, it was like being back on campus, where she had affectionately called him many times, but since getting married, she had never called him that anymore.
He Qimo paused his steps, looking battered, with a hint of indescribable forbearance and sadness, "Why are you still calling me?"
His tall silhouette was both in pain and defiant.
It tore at Gu Zixuan's heart even more.
Indeed, why was she still calling him?
