C307 Despondency
The man behind him was like the string of a kite, tightly tugging at Gu Qingli's heart.
She forced herself not to think about that person, but her gaze would unconsciously glance at Mu Yi Chen.
Fortunately, Mu Yi Chen had kept his head down the entire time, his eyes downcast and powerless. He was like a frosted eggplant, completely in no mood to think about anything else