Bab 978: Love Comes Softly (6)

Wu Hao's fingers subconsciously tightened around the glass bowl that he'd placed the grapes in. He had yet to open his mouth to lie and deceive her, but he already was slightly afraid to meet her eyes. He subconsciously turned his head away and averted her expectant gaze.

He did not want to agree but neither did he want to deny. He felt as if he was caught in an extremely difficult dilemma that he could not resolve regardless of how hard he struggled. It was only when he felt the vague, painful sensation from the knife wound on his shoulder that he frowned slightly, as if he suddenly remembered something. After that, he loosened his grip on the glass bowl slightly, and it slipped through his palms and crashed to the ground, spilling the grapes out all over the floor.