The night is silent, but it is more heart-stopping than any noise. Shen Ruowei stood there, the coolness of the silver scalpel in her sleeve almost reaching her bones.
Gu Yanshen's last look before leaving just now was bottomless, with an almost joyful clarity that made her fingertips numb. What did he see through? Did you see through the subtle panic under her forced composure when communicating with others, or did you see through the defensiveness she built up in that moment after she inadvertently revealed her softness?
