Gu Shengyin stared intently into Zhou Bingzhu's eyes.
In those dark eyes of his was unwavering determination and deep affection.
He meant what he said, Gu Shengyin knew.
"But Zhou Bingzhu."
Gu Shengyin looked at him, "If I truly liked you, then I absolutely couldn't tolerate you dying because of me; if I didn't like you, it would be terribly unjust for you to suffer misfortune because of me.
Zhou Bingzhu said in a deep voice, "Jiang Lan, don't avoid the issue. You just need to answer me, have you ever liked me?"
The pressure he exerted was so overwhelming, it made Gu Shengyin feel an inescapable tension.
She lowered her eyes, "No, I never liked you."
Then she heard Zhou Bingzhu sigh softly.
She thought that this was truly the end.
But the next moment, she once again found herself enveloped in a warm embrace.
"You're a little liar, Jiang Lan."
Zhou Bingzhu's voice sounded in her ear, "But you can't deceive me."
