"Which clan are they from? I've been investigating for so many years without any concrete news. What do you actually know?" Gao Deng, in his anxiety, tightened his grip on Jing Shuang's wrist. Jing Shuang inhaled sharply in pain, and only then did Gao Deng realize, quickly releasing his hand.
"I-I'm sorry." Gao Deng lowered his head, hiding the guilt and tenderness in his eyes.
Yes, he felt some tenderness for her, but his heart was mostly occupied by Chushuang, which hadn't changed in over twenty years.
