She sneered in response, "Forgotten, and then what?"
"We let it go..." Fu Lingfeng's voice became more and more hoarse.
The rain on his forehead flowed down, washing his eyes to an unusual depth, and at the bottom of those eyes was a depth of affection and pain she had never seen before.
Gu Nanqiao did not have his strength; she was pressed back against the car body, the rain stinging her eyes so she had to close them, "Let me go, please."
His warm palm covered her eyes, wiped the rain from her face, and then pulled her closer, "Open your eyes and look at me."
She obediently opened them, but her pupils were calm and collected, as well as filled with an undeniable indifference.
Fu Lingfeng slowly released his hand; with just one look, he knew her answer.
After a long pause, he smiled indifferently and asked with a raised eyebrow, "Gu Nanqiao, who do you think you are?"
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