It Was Not Affection, But Deep Love (10)

The voice was faint yet clear, and Qin Zhi'ai couldn't have been more familiar with it.

It was Gu Yusheng's voice.

Freezing in place suddenly, Qin Zhi'ai stopped like one of her pressure points had been hit.

The policemen had gradually left, and the riverside was growing more silent as it became closer to daybreak.

Qin Zhi'ai held her breath, waiting for a long time. However, there were no any other sounds except that of the whistling wind and the running water.

She thought maybe she'd had an auditory hallucination. She blinked, then regained her composure. She moved her lips, and hardly had she been ready to call "Gu Yusheng" again when she heard a weak voice. "Little troublemaker..."

Upon hearing this, Qin Zhi'ai froze again before she stepped forward.