How could such a cautious inquiry belong to her?
Yet all of this was caused by him.
He had just listened to those 168 messages without feeling sad, but now, with her single word, he felt a deep sorrow.
A sudden moistness appeared in his eyes, and Gu Ningyi closed them briefly. His arms tightened around her involuntarily, his cheek pressed against hers, as a tear slowly trickled from the corner of his eye, falling into her hair.
"Dong Xin Yan, if not me, then who else?"
Gu Ningyi parted his lips, enunciating each word near her ear, his voice slightly hoarse.
If not me, then who else?
Indeed, if not him, then who else?
Her Gu Ningyi would never leave her; he never had the heart to abandon her.
Dong Xin Yan slowly wrapped her arms around Gu Ningyi's waist, feeling the warmth, just like before. Tears fell as her arms gradually tightened, using all her strength to hold the man in front of her.
