Chapter 84: Is He Too Merciful
If he has done so much for her in secret, why does he always have the face of a creditor when they meet face-to-face, never once showing her a hint of kindness, even appearing cold to the point of making one feel sorrowful?
Is this what liking someone looks like? Yet if he doesn’t like her, how could that be explained?
With the nature of their relationship, he really didn’t need to do so much for her. Whether she’s facing life, aging, sickness, death, or even jail time, none of that would affect their agreement.
What exactly is the reason? She didn’t want to be left in the dark. At the very least, she needs to thank him. Without his generous help, she might still be sitting in that sultry interrogation room, possibly having already signed a confession in her dizziness.
After waiting a long time, Mu Shuoqian still hadn’t come out. Separated by a door, the room was very quiet. She felt it inappropriate to knock, so she could only stand outside waiting. Standing until she was tired, Gu Qili rubbed her sore legs and sat down against the wall.
Having not slept for a day and a night, drowsiness swiftly enveloped her. Gazing at the still tightly shut door, she slowly closed her eyes, and she fell deeply asleep.
Mu Shuoqian opened the door just in time to see the person sitting at the doorway, with her slender legs pulled up to her chest, head resting on her knees, arms wrapped around her legs. Because she was sleeping so soundly, her head occasionally lolled to one side.
Thinking of what she endured at the police station, his sharp black eyes turned even darker, swirling with a terrifying vortex, as if they wanted to devour everything fiercely.