Gu Yusheng threw out the subsequent question before Qin Zhi'ai could recover from hearing how he was concerned about her taking care of herself first.
Do you still love me?
She had always loved him ardently and silently for all these years, but she had never mentioned love to him.
Yet now, he brought it up so abruptly that she was thrown off guard and her mind went blank in an instant. As if she had lost her ability to speak, she could not make a single sound.
They stood and faced each other in silence.
Raindrops continued to pelt down from the skies, and the surrounding air became moist.
After a long time, Gu Yusheng blinked softly and turned slowly to look at a nearby lamppost through the rain.
The dim lights made the raindrops appear like a thin veil of mist, and the look in his eyes became distant.