Gu Ningyi sat there, his dark eyes staring at the lunch box in front of him for a long time. His hand reached out several times, only to be forcefully pulled back each time.
He didn't go back to the villa because he didn't want to see her, didn't want to be influenced by her. He admitted… he really couldn't ignore her.
She was like that beautiful yet deadly poppy—knowing he shouldn't touch it, yet he was still uncontrollably drawn in.
He loathed this lack of self-control, loathed how he was always involuntarily swayed by her.
Once, he loved too much, loved too deeply, and what he got in return was her letting go, time after time. Who knew how long she could hold on in this game this time?
So Gu Ningyi, don't be deceived by her facade again, don't fall into her love trap once more.
Gu Ningyi closed his eyes, his hands slowly clenched into fists.
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