The words pierced Qi Yelin’s heart like a cold blade, causing his breath to hitch and a dull ache to spread within him.
The hand that had been resting across Gu Zhaoyan’s waist dropped dejectedly. A flash of self-mockery crossed Qi Yelin’s eyes. They had been childhood sweethearts. What was he, then?
"Qi Yelin, why do you look so crestfallen? Don’t you despise me?" Gu Zhaoyan had said that on purpose; how else was she to bait him into speaking his true heart?
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