Ling Chuxia really wanted to slap him. Shi Che had treated her like this before, had cruelly rejected her child, and had hurt her over and over again. She truly hated him now, especially hated him.
But, as she looked at his pale face, her mind unconsciously flashed back to the second the elevator fell yesterday. It was he who had rushed over without hesitation to embrace her, it was he who had supported her with his strength, he who had gambled with his own life to protect her.
Scenes after scenes played in her mind like a film rewinding, and her hand, raised high, seemed to be held by something, unable to slap down no matter how.
With her large eyes staring intently at the Shi Che before her, Ling Chuxia's throat swallowed continuously, her hand trembling bit by bit. Her eyes warmed, and tears unexpectedly poured out from them.
Why was she so useless? Why did she, despite hating him so much, not even have the courage to slap him? And now she was crying in front of him?
