Huo Jingting looked at the cold mockery densely packed in her eyes. The hand pressing on her shoulder suddenly lost strength for some reason. He stood up, staggering back two or three steps because he couldn't stand firmly.
Then, he turned around and opened the door to leave.
He didn't dare to stay with her any longer, afraid of losing control over his emotions, and also afraid of being broken down by her words, one after another.
Gu Nanqiao threatened him with the incident from four years ago. That was his Achilles' heel, and he had no means to resist against it.
At the moment of stepping out of the bedroom, it was as if all the strength had been drained from his body. Huo Jingting barely managed to step across the doorway, then closed the door behind him.
Gu Nanqiao lay down on the bed and finally cried out without any reservations.
