Huo Sicheng's breath came in heavy, irregular gasps.
Summoning all his strength, he managed to respond to Gu Qingcheng's inquiries in a low, husky tone.
"I need some fresh air," he uttered with these few words, his patience wearing thin. He couldn't resist the urge to leave swiftly any longer.
Gu Qingcheng was left without words.
She rose from her seat and headed towards the door to accompany him.
It appeared that the restaurant's atmosphere was weighing heavily on him.
In truth, she had been feeling stifled throughout the meal as well. Fortunately, Huo Sicheng had been by her side, providing her with the strength to endure until now.
"Qingcheng, where are you going?" Seeing Gu Qingcheng about to leave, Gu Tianhao spoke up, "I haven't finished my meal yet."
"Wherever my husband is, I'll be there," Gu Qingcheng replied without even turning her head to address Gu Tianhao. "You can dine on your own. We're done."