Qin Yinan stood up immediately to push the chair away. He picked up the dirty ball of paper that was caught in the dust.
He flattened it and spread it out. Cheng Qingchong's clear handwriting appeared before his eyes.
"Yinan, I'm sorry… Yinan… Yinan…"
The whole page was filled with his name interspersed with several apologies. There really wasn't much content to the page, but Qin Yinan still looked through every single word closely, and he even spotted a question that was hidden between the lines. "If I admit every bad thing that I've done to you, will you forgive me? Yes or no?"
Yes or no?
From the color of the handwriting, it seemed to have been written quite some time ago.
He had rushed home in such a hurry, hoping to find something left behind by her, but who would have thought the only thing he could find was piece of paper with her apology?
