She was silent, curled up in a ball on the bed, her trembling growing ever more violent.
Gu Chaohan looked at the finger marks on her pale face, feeling as though even his breath bore sharp pain.
It was as if a pair of hands were peeling away the oxygen in his chest, bit by bit, leaving nothing but endless suffocation and despair.
He had just been driven mad by her, losing control of his emotions, and he had not expected that he would, in a moment of extreme impulse, slap her across the face.
A flash of complex emotions crossed the man's eyes, which was then replaced by tenderness.
He sat down beside the bed, trying to make his gaze as gentle as possible, and watched her for a while, then reached out his hand, seemingly wanting to touch her hair.
Su Yan, however, retreated in fear, not wanting him to touch her at all.
The moment Gu Chaohan's fingers barely touched her hair, she dodged away, like a chrysalis enveloped in a cocoon, completely isolated from the world.
