Who Was the Gentleness in Her Eyes For?

"Stop looking!"

With a slam, Lu Zhengyu closed the notebook shut. Then, he realized his movements were too rough. His expression softened and he wanted to explain.

The woman had already looked up, and her expression was bleak. Her clear eyes were as quiet and gentle as the mountains and rivers.

"Zhengyu, I'm not angry. Instead, I'm very happy."

Lu Zhengyu realized that the words she was going to say next would definitely not be something he'd like to listen to. He wanted to stop her, but it was already too late.

"You have wasted so many years on me. It's enough. I'm not suited for you. I also hope you can let me go and find…"

Under Lu Zhengyu's ferocious stare, as if he wanted to eat her alive, the woman shut up.

She knew that if she went on, Lu Zhengyu would definitely lock her in the room and punish her ruthlessly in a way she didn't like.

At the same time, she would lose her freedom and become a canary in a cage.