"But if you don't bring it up, you'll never be able to let it go." Huo Jingting raised his hands to cup her face, forcing her to look at him, "Xiaoqiao, under those circumstances, the only thing I could do was leave; I had no other choice."
Gu Nanqiao looked at his handsome face so close to hers and suddenly felt a twinge in her heart. She had never thought that he would suddenly bring up the past.
Such an unexpected mention was like sprinkling salt on her wound that had never seen sunlight for a long time.
Out of sudden panic, she wrested her hands from his grasp, stood up, and wanted to leave the place.
Huo Jingting followed immediately. Before she could even step out, he grabbed her hand from behind, "You're even afraid to directly answer one question from me. Gu Nanqiao, how long do you plan to keep running away?"