Their eyes met, faces so close they almost touched.
Su Yan lowered her gaze and finally settled on his slightly open chest.
On the left side, the scar from the shot Shen Chizheng fired at him years ago remained.
She stared at that wound fixedly, feeling as though her heart was pricked with countless needles at the moment.
All the misunderstandings were cleared, the truth revealed; he hadn't fired the shot at Shen Chizheng, but back then, Shen Chizheng truly had fired at him.
After all the twists and turns, was she wrong more than just a little?
Su Yan reached out, her fingertips gently sliding over the scar on his chest.
He sat there without moving, his gaze following her fingers.
"Gu Chaohan, do you..." As her fingertips touched, she could clearly feel the outline of the scar. "Do you hate me?"
After asking, she lowered her head, seemingly afraid to face his answer.
Do I hate her?
Gu Chaohan had asked himself this question more than once.
