He coaxed her softly, his voice rising slightly at the end, carrying a hint of helplessness and indulgence, as if he had no way to deal with her but couldn't bear to let her suffer the slightest grievance.
Shen Jintang's breath hitched slightly, and her heart felt as if it had been gently bumped by something, a bittersweet and unfamiliar sensation.
That doting "hmm" was like a feather, gently brushing against her heart, making her whole body tremble.
Her heart clenched suddenly, as if gripped tightly by something, or as if submerged by a gentle tide, making it hard to breathe.
However, she suddenly remembered the person he held dear in his heart.
He was so gentle with her, his substitute; if it were that other person…
Her fingertips curled slightly, her throat tightened, and the question "Who is she?" almost slipped out.
In the end, she simply pursed her lips, letting silence spread between them, like a thick fog enveloping her.
A sour taste surged up without warning, like swallowing an unripe plum, astringent and bitter, rushing straight to the head.
She has many questions in her mind right now. She wants to ask "Who is that person?" and whether he has ever coaxed others in the same way, but when she tries to say them, she finds them ridiculous.
What's the point of asking?
Whether Gu Zhixing answers or not, her mood will not change; it will just be worse than it is now.
If that's the case, then what's the point of asking?
"Leave Wang Jian's matter to me." Gu Zhixing's fingers gently brushed past her ear, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
His fingertips were warm, but when they touched her earlobe, she inexplicably turned her head away, not wanting to have any more contact with Gu Zhixing.
Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest.
"The Xie family's innocence," his voice deepened, carrying an undeniable firmness, "I will risk my life to get it back."
Shen Jintang lowered her eyelashes, staring at the swaying tassels on the jade pendant at his waist, her eyes somewhat unfocused.
She knew he meant what he said, but to whom was this promise meant?
Is it to make a promise to his beloved, or to let the person in front of him remember her by seeing the object?
Her mind was in turmoil, like a spider web tangled in the wind, impossible to unravel.
"You should rest well."
When he stood up, he brought with him a faint scent of pine. The scent was very faint, but it made Shen Jintang feel a little breathless.
The scent of pine permeated the air, carrying a cool sensation that penetrated to the core.
The door closed very softly, yet it struck her heart like a heavy hammer, making her tremble.
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