Gu Chaohan saw the tears in her eyes, and his rationality slightly returned.
The bloodshot veins in his pupils gradually faded, the hostility around him disappeared, and his emotions calmed down.
He reached out to touch the top of her head, his long fingers passing through her hair, his voice softening, "As long as you behave, I will treat you well."
Perhaps Su Yan also felt tired, she didn't argue with him anymore.
Quietly leaning against his chest, she buried her whole face into his chest.
His embrace still held some warmth, and leaning against him like this, she could feel traces of warmth.
But this warmth never reached her heart, which remained cold.
If the heart is cold, there's hope to warm it, but what if it's dead?
Su Yan raised her hand to her left chest, surprisingly unable to feel the heartbeat.
She didn't know if she still counted as being alive, with breath and heartbeat, yet unable to feel it.
Like a shell without a soul.
