"Gu Chaohan, it truly wasn't Shen Chizheng just now. If you've already decided, then there's no need to ask me again."
She knew he wouldn't believe her.
Since he didn't believe, why keep pressing her?
"Whether it was him or not isn't important," Gu Chaohan smiled slightly, "What's important is that since you already know the truth from back then, just stay by my side and be a good Mrs. Gu, and stop thinking about unrealistic things."
His words were cruel and merciless, each one piercing.
Tearing open her deepest and heaviest wound, exposing her raw and vulnerable before him.
Su Yan bit her lip, unable to speak from the pain.
The wound had a chance to heal, but couldn't bear to be repeatedly ripped open, to be reminded.
Gu Chaohan moved closer, his hot breath spraying across her face.
Su Yan's cheeks flushed, suddenly feeling a tightening around her waist, then it loosened.
By the time she realized, the buttons on her coat had been undone, and a chill crept over her chest.
