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Shi Jingzhou stood with his arms crossed, watching her without the slightest change in expression.
The momentary silence made Qiao Zhiyi feel somewhat uncomfortable.
Reflecting on the words she had just said, they seemed to have been inappropriate—as if she were making accusations.
"Who told you I'm unwilling to let go of her? Who told you I have feelings for her?" Shi Jingzhou finally spoke.
Qiao Zhiyi knew her words were wrong, like a resentful wife consumed by jealousy.
She turned her face away, refusing to look at him.
Her face was lost, and anything she said now would be superfluous.
Shi Jingzhou moved closer to the bed, bent over, reached out to straighten her face to meet his gaze, her eyes dodged, clearly showing guilt.
He snorted lightly, "Feeling guilty?"
"What have I to be guilty about?" Qiao Zhiyi pushed his hand away, defiantly saying, "What you do with her has nothing to do with me. If you're afraid she's been wronged, go ahead and hit me."