Vaguely, Mu Qianchu felt that he had guessed everything wrong.
“Shall we sit here?”
“Alright, I understand. You can leave now.” “Welcome, everyone.” Luo Qi said, pretending to chat with the people beside him as if nothing had happened.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Feng De stood outside the glass door, looking at the time, he was waiting anxiously, pacing up and down non-stop. When he looked inside, he saw Gong Ou sitting calmly on the bed, without the slightest hint of anxiety the groom would have.
On the other hand, Shi Xiaonian was sitting on the ground with her back facing towards the glass door.
Gong Ou sat on the bed and laughed mockingly, “Father only just realized now that I hid Shi Xiaonian not too far away from the auditorium. Isn’t it too late?”
So from last night until now, he had always been pushing people out in search of him. How could he have known that he was not running away, but was actually betrothed to him?
Feng De replied.
Hearing this, Gong Ou stood up from the bed, and cast a sidelong glance at Shi Xiaonian, the corner of his mouth curving up into a smile, “Looks like your answer hasn’t changed, I respect your decision, then I wish you and that man a happy pair.”
Shi Xiaonian’s body trembled again as she sat on the ground just like that. Her eyes stared ahead without any light, and her face was covered in dried tears.
Gong Ou reached out to tidy up the clothes on his body. The thin lip slightly lifted, and his handsome face didn’t reveal the slightest bit of joy, only coldness. There was not a single hint of warmth in his black pupils.
He walked forward step by step.
He did not spare Shi Xiaonian another glance.
When he was gone, she would never see him again.
“…”
Gong Ou’s body stiffened, his eyes fixed on the big tree in front of him.
Her voice choked in her throat, each word pronounced so hard.
There was no retreat.
After a moment, he looked down at her hand, which was squeezing so hard.