Han Luoli's mind quickly raced through broken, unbearable images, and the desperate cries of a helpless little girl echoed again in his ears. He turned over and lay still next to Gu Xiaoer.
His features, cold and stern, were fixed on the ceiling, his thoughts swirling like tides.
Because of that incident four years ago, he lost his reaction to all women. As if it were fated, four years later, upon meeting Gu Xiaoer for the first time, he couldn't help but feel an impulse.
Is this what they call needing the same person who tied the bell to untie it?
Who could clearly define such a predestined arrangement?
But what he knew for sure was that this woman, who once made his "Lao Er" stand tall again, could easily defeat him with just a sentence.
He shouldn't force her anymore!
He shouldn't cast any more shadows on her over this!
He had been too hasty, too impulsive.
