Huo Jingting saw her silent and couldn't quite guess what she was thinking, whether she had agreed or regretted it.
After a long silence, it was still him who couldn't hold back, "Xiaoqiao?"
"Do you think I can honestly forget about the past?"
Huo Jingting heard her tone, and his anxiety showed on his brow, "You promised."
"..."
She lowered her head, not answering.
The man saw this and seemed genuinely worried, calling her full name, "Gu Nanqiao."
"..."
She still didn't speak, as if she didn't hear anything he said.
Huo Jingting clasped her hand tightly, threading his fingers through hers, "You promised."
"Alright." Seeing his face full of tension, she couldn't help but lift the corner of her mouth, "I remember, I'm not denying it, why are you so tense?"
He still wasn't fully reassured, "Does it still count?"
When she said this, it might also have been because of the circumstances at the time.
