Watching Qin Yishu jump down, Gu Jiayin showed no emotion, nor did she feel any relief from the death of her enemy, because Lu Xiya had not yet awakened.
She stood blankly in the autumn wind, unable to find the direction of her life.
Sheng Qianchi also showed no expression. He merely made a phone call to instruct Mo Jun to handle the aftermath, seal off the news, and prevent the media from reporting indiscriminately.
After hanging up the phone, he stepped forward and took Gu Jiayin's hand, "Let's go back, it's windy upstairs."
Gu Jiayin turned to look at him, wanting to speak but hesitating, "Just now..."
"I heard it all," Sheng Qianchi said calmly. "It's okay. You were someone I forced myself upon. It's okay if you don't love me now. The road ahead is long, and I'll slowly make you fall in love with me."
