C1100 Gu tianqing must be that san'er

Zhao Chuchu was sitting on the bed with her head half-lowered. Her hands were tightly clutching the bed sheet underneath her. Her heart was filled with panic, fear, sadness, and all kinds of other complicated emotions were mixed together and surging through her body like stormy waves.

That's right, he had almost said something that would make both of them regret. However