Which Is the Real You?
Éditeur: Nyoi-Bo Studio
His jet-black hair was soaked from the rain, dripping in knotted strands plastered to his gaunt cheeks. It made him look pathetic.
He was frighteningly pale, looking like he would keel over if a gust of wind so much as blew at him.
His well-defined hands knocked on the window, and his pale lips opened and closed as he said, "Baby, open the door. I have something to say."
Qin Shu sat at the table, unmoving. She stared at the man knocking against the window, seemingly contemplating whether she should bother answering. Eventually, she relented and opened the window just a crack. Anyone who saw him would have felt sorry for his bedraggled appearance.
"What is it?"
When the window was opened, a warm current flowed through Chao Yan's cold heart. His lips curled into a smile. "If you promise me one more thing, I will let you leave."
Qin Shu furrowed her delicate brows. "Is threatening me all you know how to do?"