C39 Chapter 39

Gu Yanjue—of all people—had fallen for a thief.

What a mess.

Holding her close and looking into her eyes, his resolve softened again.

Thief or master criminal—what did it matter? The woman he liked could have blood on her hands, and he still wouldn’t leave her.

But Yang Zimu was so stunned by his question—“Have we met before?”—that she forgot how to breathe. Her eyes went wide