Gu Nanqiao also turned around and, upon seeing the scene behind her, was momentarily shocked, instinctively reaching out to help him but was held firmly by the wrist by Huo Jingting.
He took step by step closer, she took step by step back, until her body hit the cold wall.
"Don't I deserve an explanation?" Huo Jingting fixed his gaze on her face, jaw clenched, with his cheek muscles twitching slightly.
Gu Nanqiao leaned against the hard, icy wall, her vision blurring severely, "There is nothing to explain."
"Why aren't you answering my calls?" Huo Jingting's face grew tense, his expression slightly ferocious, his long, narrow eyes unable to hide his turbulent anger. The sharpness in his gaze seemed to penetrate to the bottom of her heart, "And why are you with him?"
She knew all too well that Fu Lingfeng was a thorn in his heart.
This thorn that she had personally driven into the bottom of his heart, a casual tug by her could cause him unbearable pain.
