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Gu Siting's stern jawline was taut, his fingertips holding the cigarette turned white, his entire person shrouded by dark clouds, the aura around him oppressive and gloomy.
She wasn't going to come over, was she?
He exhaled a puff of pale smoke, his black eyes looking at the mountain range that undulated nearby. The night had completely fallen, and under the ink-colored sky, not a single star was to be seen, cold and vast.
Another hour passed.
It was almost eight o'clock.
Ming Yao still hadn't come over.
The blood in Gu Siting's body grew colder bit by bit.
He should have expected this, she would rather die than stay by his side, so how could she be moved by a few words from him to come over?
Her heart must still be filled with her Senior Brother, right?
With her personality, she wouldn't easily have feelings for someone, it was his wishful thinking!
He suddenly regretted telling her about his past.