In a moment, Gu Qianmeng came back to her mind. She couldn't imagine how to get along with Qicheng peacefully and even accept his warmth.

When Qicheng sees Gu Qianmeng uneasy, she should know that her heart's anger and hatred, she hates it, hates herself as a tool in his hands, cold tool.

Qicheng realized that Gu Qianmeng could not move, so he knew it was useful to hold her, but how could he know that when he loosened his hand, Gu Qianmeng would push him quickly.

Because Gu Qianmeng's action is too fast and unexpected, his finger crosses the corner of Qicheng's eye and scratches a scar.

Frowning, Qicheng...