She had just spoken the truth; he had actually been testing her heart all along.
He was testing how much she truly loved him, whether it was worth it for him to hand over his heart…
"Clang—" As soon as Mo Ran walked up the stairs, she heard a loud noise coming from downstairs.
It must have been something like glass that had been smashed, perhaps a glass table. Her steps paused for a moment, then she continued into her room without looking back.
"Sir!" The maid cried out in alarm, looking at Gu Yixuan's bleeding palm with horror.
He seemed numb, sitting on the sofa dejectedly, his head slightly lowered, his eyes obscured by his fringe, unclear.
The two maids deftly brought over a first aid kit to the housekeeper, then hurriedly cleaned up the floor.
"Sir, let me dress your wound," the housekeeper said as she lifted his hand, but he shook her off.
She sighed in resignation and changed her approach, "Young Master Gu…"