As soon as Gerry heard, his eyes deepened, a fleeting emotion within them.
He pressed his sensual, perfect thin lips together and sighed lightly.
He gently held Gu Jiajia's hand, looking at her seriously and solemnly: "Jiajia, what do I have to do to ease the hatred in your heart?"
"Hatred?" Gu Jiajia chuckled, discreetly withdrawing her hand.
Gerry lowered his eyes, watching her hand retreat with solitude and desolation.
Gu Jiajia tugged weakly at the corner of her mouth, "In my heart, there's no hatred at all, so what is there to ease?"
"You have it!" Gerry lifted his gaze, looking at her affirmatively: "If not, you would still love me like before!"
"Haha..." Hearing this, Gu Jiajia's eyes filled with obvious sarcasm as she stared directly into Gerry's eyes, "Gerry, people have to grow up, and before... that was six years ago, right? A person, if they haven't grown up over six years, then they're mentally deficient. Unfortunately, I'm not mentally deficient, I've grown up."
