Gu Qili hadn't spoken yet, already starting to shake her head uncontrollably, but she couldn't deny it—he seemed to be right.
But what was off about this?
Her silence made Mu Shuoqian's face grow even more grim. Without another word, he pulled away from the chair and stood up to leave.
"Mu Shuoqian." Gu Qili hurried after him, grasping the sleeves of his clothing, "I'm not... I actually... Sigh."
He coldly glanced at her, wanting to shake off her hands. But Gu Qili clung on desperately, going so far as to wrap her arms around his arm and hang on it completely.
"Mu Shuoqian, don't leave, listen to me."
Her soft body clung to his arm like a koala latching on, her eyes round, large, and pitifully pleading without a sound.
Mu Shuoqian didn't move, his lips still curled in mockery.
