Gu Xixi's smile was like blooming flowers, charming and compelling.
The vulnerable charm that once evoked pity seemed to have turned overnight into sweet blossoms, blooming before her eyes. Qiao Xia's smile froze on her face, a chill spreading through her body as if she had been doused with icy water.
Chilled to the bone.
No wonder Liao Mengying did not want her to come to the hospital.
Gu Xixi and Mu Liang were holding hands tightly, their fingers intertwined, showing great intimacy. Qiao Xia stood in the doorway, like a jade sculpture.
Mu Liang was the first to notice her. His gaze was icy cold, even containing a hint of disgust. Mu Liang had never looked at her with such eyes before—not when they first met, not when they fell in love, not even when she betrayed him, when he thought she had colluded with Nikola to take his life. He had never looked at her like this.
As if she were garbage.
A pestilence.
That chilly gaze, as if made of substance, struck her heart.
