Gu Qiaoqiao slowly lifted her head within his embrace.
She asked incredulously, "Was what you just said true?"
Qin Yize nodded, his eyes slightly darkening, "It was true."
He looked at her, her eyes like glaze soaked in a spring,
sparkling with captivating ripples.
His voice was low, but he continued word by word, "Qiaoqiao, our life has just begun, and my remaining years, have only you."
My remaining years, have only you!
Gu Qiaoqiao felt so weak.
Hearing Qin Yize's trembling words, she should have been happy.
And indeed, at this moment, Gu Qiaoqiao had dismissed the idea of leaving Qin Yize.
Tears blurred her vision.
Gu Qiaoqiao leaned against Qin Yize's solid chest, listening to his steady, strong heartbeat.
At this moment, a surge of unspeakable sourness and pain suddenly welled up in Gu Qiaoqiao's heart.
She hated herself for feeling this way.
Playing these ambiguous games but not leaving Qin Yize wasn't her style.
