She remained silent.
Turning her around, Huangfu Jue's gaze was deep and intense as it bore into her eyes.
"Answer me!"
"Yes." Gan Yuan spoke with difficulty, every word seemingly exhausting all of her strength, "As you see, I'm not any good woman, I have blood on my hands... I've done many things that a good girl wouldn't do."
Bowing her head, she raised her hand to draw the shirt back up over her shoulders.
"If you want to leave now, the car keys... are on the table..."
Before she could finish speaking, he had pulled her to him again, cradling her face in his hands, his eyes full of disbelief.
"During that time, were you... always following me?"
Six years ago.
Not long after she left, he attended a summit of ten nations in Europe, and during a banquet on a cruise ship, he had encountered a terrorist attack.
The summit site was chaotic, and someone had taken a bullet for him, a sneak attack. The bullet had come from behind, aimed at his heart.