Zhou Shu watched Yueyao murmuring to herself. Her calm demeanor stirred something in his heart. Unable to resist, he reached out to touch Yueyao's glossy black hair.
Yueyao sensed the movement and immediately stood up, causing Zhou Shu's hand to miss its target. Yueyao rose to her feet and stared directly at Zhou Shu. From the moment Zhou Shu entered, Yueyao finally formally confronted him.
Zhou Shu saw the coldness reflected in Yueyao's eyes, and his heart felt as if it was being pierced by needles: "Yueyao, I know you hate me, but whether you hate me or not, I will never let you go."
Yueyao had long expected this outcome, yet upon hearing these words, fury surged within her. Just because he fancied her, he would ruin her.
Zhou Shu's hand already touched Yueyao's face as he softly called, "Yueyao..."
