"That's right! She often took the stairs, and this rope always hung on the window hook, almost about to fall. Today, it was hanging by just a thread, ready to drop with the slightest movement.
I did it on purpose! The words were written in her eyes, and she looked at Su Ronggui with defiance. She even wanted to ask him, 'Do you want to hit me?'
Su Ronggui slowly approached her, step by step, just as she had approached Su Rongxing earlier. The difference was, she never retreated like Su Rongxing did. After a few steps, her nose was almost brushing the fibers of his shirt, her faint breath directly mingling with his.
She stood stubbornly and rigidly without moving.
The two of them were locked in this standoff.
She was someone who harbored suspicion of the world, and in over twenty years, she had never been close to any man. Only him, clearly keeping others at a distance, yet repeatedly intruding into her guarded zone, forcing her breath to synchronize with his.