Chapter 88 You Don’t Have to Thank Me
The rain still fell relentlessly, Mu Shuoqian neatly put away his umbrella and set it by the shoe cabinet in the porch, walking past her without her noticing, as she was still dazed and lost in thought.
He sat down on the sofa, casually placing the telephone on the coffee table loud enough to startle her awake.
Gu Qili finally snapped out of her reminiscences, hurrying over to sit half a meter away from him, intending to talk with him. However, being next to him made her nervous, forcing her to hug a pillow tightly in her arms to squeeze a few times to ease the pressure before she finally asked, "Can we talk?"
He lit a cigarette and remained silent, his profile still exuding an aloof coldness that seemed to keep people at a thousand miles distance.
Seeing his cold expression in the past, she would have recoiled in fear, but now aware of the many things he had done for her, Gu Qili found her courage growing.
"Thank you for this time, and for last time, and the time before that," she said, not specifying the incidents but trusting that he knew.
He silently smoked, unresponsive, making Gu Qili feel like she was punching cotton, completely powerless.
"Actually, you don’t dislike me as much as it seems, right? On the contrary, you are quite nice to me." Just having seen him enter the door, she even felt an impulse to rush over and hug him.