Huo Jingting suddenly opened his eyes, his elongated pupils brimming with profound complexity.
He could still remember her last scream, filled with pain, despair, and a powerless struggle.
He thought she must hate him; it was right for her to hate him.
Her life had been ruined by his own hands.
He remained stunned for a while before his rationality slowly returned. With a long reach, he touched the phone on the bedside table, unlocked it, and then dialed her number.
"Beep... Beep..."
The busy tone went on for a long time before the person in the room next door picked up. Gu Nanqiao's voice sounded somewhat hoarse, clearly just having woken up, "Hello?"
He lifted his lips slightly, but suddenly felt that he had no idea what to say.
The poor game that had wrecked her life was the deepest secret in his heart. He knew that once this secret was exposed, Gu Nanqiao would truly never return to his side, and that was why he didn't dare.