Arriving at the venue for the funeral, Gu Ningyue and Ling Tianyou had not yet gotten out of the car when they already saw reporters rushing towards their vehicle.
The way they looked at her and Ling Tianyou was insanely more frenzied than how she once looked at prey.
Perhaps in this world, as long as one wants to keep living, there's a lot of unknown passion and effort that needs to be paid.
Or perhaps, there's just effort, with little passion left.
"Don't be afraid."
Seemingly sensing the subtle emotion, Ling Tianyou gently squeezed Gu Ningyue's palm.
Gu Ningyue showed a faint smile: "I'm not afraid. Why should I be? Aren't these people here to make me famous?"
Since they're willing to shoot, let them shoot all they want.
Anyway, even if there's embarrassment today, it won't be hers!
With this thought, the smile on Gu Ningyue's face grew two degrees colder.
"The eldest Miss of the Gu Family didn't even put on makeup today? My God, her looks are too striking!"
