John Smith's words were like icy daggers, each thrust piercing Shen Xubai's heart. Revenge? Gu Wanqing's approach, her love, had it all been driven by revenge? This realization was like a gaping chasm, instantly consuming all the cherished memories he held dear, tainting every moment they had shared with a hue of conspiracy and calculated manipulation.
He desperately tried to recall every detail of his interactions with Gu Wanqing, attempting to discern any hint of deceit within those moments that had once stirred his heart. Her tenderness, her attentiveness, her smile—were they all merely meticulously crafted falsehoods? Did those clear, limpid eyes conceal such a deep-seated animosity?
He struggled to believe it, he refused to believe it. The way Gu Wanqing looked at him was so genuine
