Gu Chaohan tightened his grip on her wrist, exerting immense force in an instant.
Su Yan knew how outrageous her words were, and she understood that with his personality, she would surely infuriate him.
But now, she couldn't afford to care about that.
She raised her chin slightly, her eyes seemingly filled with resolve, refusing to alter her stance due to his threats.
Gu Chaohan noticed the stubbornness in her eyes and slowly loosened his grip.
He sat back down, taking a cigarette from the pack and lighting it.
The white smoke rose, disrupting the image before him, even causing her to appear blurry.
He had always thought he was a cold-blooded person until he met Su Yan.
He was wrong; she made him realize he was just an ordinary person who could obsessively fall in love with someone too.
Then he believed a cold heart could be warmed, that even someone as aloof as he could be, but he was wrong again.
