Gu Nanzhou's voice was low and husky, as if he was struggling to restrain himself.
The man suppressed the storm-like emotions at the bottom of his eyes, which swirled with deep and repressed light; his expression was wan, his lips slightly parted, staring at her without blinking.
Those eyes that usually looked at her so gently now contained a thin layer of warm anger; they were pitch-black and profound, carrying a fanatical and bone-deep affection.
Su Wan shivered subconsciously, at a loss, she said, "Gu Nanzhou, what are you talking about?"
Gu Nanzhou lowered his gaze and stared at the young girl for quite a while. His lips were tense, his eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't answer the question, but instead asked softly, "Do you like him?"
Su Wan was stunned, "I didn't..."