Could it be that this was an illusion, and she mistook someone else for him?
Su Yan stood on the stairs for a long time before she recovered from her daze.
As she turned around, her gaze met the gloomy expression of Gu Chaohan.
He had already put down the utensils in his hands, leaning back in his chair, with one hand resting on the side and the other holding a cigarette between his fingers.
Su Yan was drawn to the dark vortex in his pupils, momentarily forgetting to look away, and they held each other's gaze for a long while.
The cigarette slowly burned down to the end, and Gu Chaohan straightened up, extinguishing the cigarette butt and tossing it into the trash can beside the dining table.
His movements always seemed unhurried, elegant, and slow.
Su Yan slowly retracted her gaze and sat down across from him.
It wasn't until he forcefully grabbed her wrist that she truly felt his anger.
After all, she had angered him.
