One of her high heels broke, and Qin Zhuzhu felt backwards. She waved her arms frantically, trying to grab onto something.
At that moment, something dashed extremely fast and caught her by the waist before she could fall down the stairs.
And then, a slender hand reached out, she pulled off his mask.....
It felt like the curtains have been pulled back to reveal the stage she wanted so much to see. The man's gaze was tender yet filled with coldness.
She stared up into those eyes. Sharp, chilly, mesmerizing. Pupils trembling, Qin Zhuzhu forced her tears down.
Then.... PAH!
Shentu Jing's face whipped to the side. A red mark across his fair cheek. He turned back to face her.
"Why-"
"I'm sorry," Shentu Jing interrupted her. Qin Zhuzhu only glared at him like she wanted to strangle him.
"Sorry? You lied to me," Qin Zhuzhu choked out, jaws tensed.
You lied to me. Those words felt like knives stabs to his heart.
