For a long while, he released her chin and gazed at the river, "With whom?"
An Ge answered, "Li Shaosi."
Huo Shaoyan's mood was at rock bottom.
He couldn't resist; he lit a cigarette.
But considering he needed to donate his liver to save Huo Chenghuan's life, he merely lit the cigarette, letting the scarlet flame burn the stick without taking a puff.
Afterward, during the time it took to smoke a cigarette, neither of them spoke again.
Once the cigarette was finished, Huo Shaoyan stubbed it out, his gaze retracting from the distant river surface back to An Ge's face,
"An Ge, you will regret this."
He said this.
An Ge did not respond.
There was no emotion on her face, nor in her gaze.
Huo Shaoyan's heart felt as if it were slashed by a knife, numbed by pain, "I promise, what you're doing is something you will regret."
After saying that, he turned and walked toward the car.
Seeing his posture suggesting he was about to leave her alone, An Ge hurriedly chased after him.