Gu Qian stood in the kitchen, surrounded by silence. She placed the tray in the sink, her whole being like a machine, mechanically washing the bowls under the faucet.
By the time she realized it, tears were already streaming down her face. She bit her lip hard to stop from crying out loud. It was only at this moment that she recognized her own heart, but it was too late for everything.
No, there was still time. Gu Qian wiped away her tears, turned around, and quickly ran out of the kitchen. She accidentally tripped and scraped her hands on the floor, breaking the skin.
But she couldn't care about any of that now. She got up, stumbled upstairs, and she had to stop it, even if Shen Jue would blame her and hate her, she had to stop it.
She rushed to Mo Beichen's room door, impulsively raised her hand to knock, when suddenly, Shen Jue's moaning voice came from inside the room, "Mr. Mo... Mr. Mo... don't... you're hurting me..."
