I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'm sorry… Cheng Qingchong repeated the word of apology so many times that she didn't notice one inadvertently slipped from her lips. "I'm sorry…"
…
Actually, the moment Cheng Qingchong laid her hand on Qin Yinan's face, the man had already woken up. Her fingers fell on his face but never moved. She didn't make any sound, and since he didn't open his eyes, he couldn't see her expression and thus had no clue what she was up to.
The room was so quiet that Qin Yinan felt the feeling of her touch on his face had slowly become a part of his dream. Suddenly, he could hear her shaking voice saying, "I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'm really sorry, Yinan…"
Qin Yinan felt like someone had used a knife to slice through his heart. His body shuddered, and the breath caught in his throat.
