Dong Xin Yan's voice was low, carrying a hint of pleading, yet this kind of plea made Gu Ningyi's brow furrow deeply. That day Tang Qian had slapped her more than a dozen times, her face was swollen and red, and when he applied medicine for her, she trembled all over in pain, cold sweat pouring down.
Now, had she gone soft-hearted merely because she splashed a few cups of coffee on Tang Qian?
When had Dong Xin Yan ever been such a soft-hearted person? When she fought against him, she never once went soft-hearted, did she?
Dong Xin Yan looked at Gu Ningyi's expressionless handsome face, her heart empty and uncertain, but she had to fight for it somehow.
Moreover, she also wanted to test Gu Ningyi's attitude, to see if her unease was indeed overthinking…
Dong Xin Yan unconsciously clenched her hand, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, her voice growing increasingly low, even with a hint of trembling, "I really don't feel well…."
