Some people were like Lu Qingxin. They were the sort who would not feel any remorse until they were pushed to their limits.
Lu Qingxin felt remorse only when her life was threatened.
She had now revealed her deepest secret.
"Do you love Gu Yancheng?"
Lu QIngxin was stumped by the question. Did she love him?
Did Gu Yancheng love Lu QIngxin?
Lu Qingxin would be very certain that he loved her before, but she was no longer sure.
She knew very clearly that he did not love her now.
If he loved her, he would not want her to suffer.
"I love him. I love him deeply."
The woman, with gloves on, clapped her hands heartily.
The claps were crisp and loud, making Lu QIngxin's heart race. She did not know if the woman was satisfied with her answer.