Xiao Jinxing made his choice.
Gu Xingchuan laughed cruelly and said, "An Ning, did you hear that? How can you trust him?!"
An Ning lowered her eyes.
Tears wrapped in her eyes just flowed out.
Gu Xingchuan felt the moisture between his fingers.
His hand trembled slightly, slowly letting go of An Ning's mouth.
A trace of reluctance in his heart, ultimately chose to ignore.
To him.
There was no turning back.
At this point.
Succeed or die trying.
He said, "Do you still wish to say farewell?"
His voice returned to its coldness.
An Ning felt there was nothing more to say.
It ought to be like this.
Let her come silently, and leave silently.
"No hatred?" Gu Xingchuan asked again, not receiving An Ning's answer.
