His breath suddenly caught.
Sheng Qianxia continued, "Do you still remember the chocolate that got smashed the year you graduated? Actually, that day I..."
"Why ask about the past?" his voice was as cold as ice.
"I..."
Gong Beiyao interrupted her again before she could finish, "Young Madam Gong, listen carefully to what I'm about to say—now and in the future, you belong only to me."
"I see," she said with a light laugh, finally putting an end to the topic.
I see.
Just Young Madam Gong.
She had wanted to say, in fact, that day she was going to confess to him; she liked him, even though he didn't like her, she still liked him.
But it seemed he didn't want to know, nor did he want to hear about her past.
The lingering smoke in the air slowly dissipated, and he failed to notice the fleeting emotion in her eyes—whether it was joy or despair.
All he felt was a missed beat of his heart, as he held her in his arms and kissed her once more.
What does the past matter...