Scapegoat

In the car, Han Wenhao was the only one who did not speak a word from the beginning. He was like air.

His heart had yet to calm down, and he had mixed feelings.

He couldn't tell what it felt like.

Should he cry, laugh, or despair?

Perhaps he only felt regret.

The girl he liked the most when he was young and full of sunshine had changed in the end.

In the end, things remained the same, but people had changed.

The next day.

Gu Wan'an slept until noon.

After she woke up, she felt refreshed and full of vitality.

She went downstairs.

When she turned the corner, she saw Gong Mingye and Old Master Gong having lunch.

"Didn't grandfather say that Yuan Shuang is gentle, virtuous, obedient, and intelligent? Why are you so quiet not? Not speaking anymore?" Gong Mingye cut the steak elegantly.

Old Master Gong glanced at Gong Mingye silently.