Bei Ran gazed at the man in the morning light, who remained as stunningly handsome and charming as always.
However, this beauty was now marked by a touch of anger and repressed pain.
She understood that the more a person suppressed their pain, the more it grew wildly, like weeds.
Even a fire couldn't burn away such pain; when the spring breeze blew again, the pain would sprout anew like tender green grass shoots.
"Gu Qingchen, then tell me, how much do you care?" Bei Ran vigilantly looked at him.
Gu Qingchen was silent for a moment, having no right to care about something that happened six years ago—a time when he and a woman named Bei Ran shared no connection.
"No response? Does that mean you do care?" Bei Ran said with a wistful smile, "Let me tell you, six years ago, I was drugged by Tang Baijin's mother, I don't know which man I slept with... but I am sure it wasn't Tang Baijin..."
