Seeing Shen Jintang's expression now, what else could Gu Zhixing not understand?

He must have suffered a lot of injustice.

"Come with me."

Gu Zhixing suddenly stood up, grabbed Shen Jintang's hand without hesitation, and walked deeper into the mansion.

The moonlight, like water, fell upon the two, casting long and short shadows that intertwined and entwined.

Shen Jintang was pulled along by him, her steps were a little unsteady, but she did not resist.

She was already burdened with a heavy heart, but now, as Gu Zhixing carried her along, a gentle breeze blew by, and Gu Zhixing's hair lightly fell on her cheek. Along with his familiar scent, she felt a sense of peace.

This sense of security allowed her to temporarily forget those heavy burdens.

Gu Zhixing pulled her along, jogging through the long corridor. The mansion was exceptionally quiet in the night, with only the sound of their footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.

Shen Jintang felt somewhat confused, unsure of where Gu Zhixing wanted to take her, yet inexplicably trusted him.

Her gaze would occasionally fall on Gu Zhixing's profile. In the moonlight, his features were even clearer, and his eyes were full of determination and tenderness.

Her heartbeat grew increasingly rapid without her realizing it, but she forcibly suppressed it.

The two walked one after the other, their figures intertwined in the moonlight. The night enveloped their silhouettes like a thin veil, adding an indescribable atmosphere to the tranquil night.

However, Shen Jintang always felt an indescribable sense of unease.

She was all alone and used to facing everything by herself, but at this moment, Gu Zhixing held her hand tightly, as if he were leading her toward an unknown future.