The intact hands overturned a sliver of suspicion in Gu Jingxing’s heart, yet the seeds of doubt only grew clearer.
Suspicions that have surfaced do not vanish simply because they go unanswered; instead, they become like bone spurs etched into one's nerves.
Every time he remembered, he felt the sting once more.
Gu Jingxing turned back to look at Qiao An, who had fallen into a deep sleep. He walked to the bedside and reached out to touch her hair, which was slightly damp with sweat from the intensity of their recent encounter.
Qiao An’s hair was clearly something that had been meticulously cared for since she was a child.
It was black, long, and felt as smooth as silk to the touch.
Gu Jingxing ran his fingers through her hair, gently scratching her scalp.
In her sleep, Qiao An shrunk her neck, but did not wake.
Gu Jingxing smoothed the long strands down; as he lifted his hand, a single jet-black hair was tangled around his fingers.
He plucked it off in a leisurely manner, went to the living room to retrieve a sealed bag, and placed it inside.
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Chapter 303