Yi Ling stood stiffly, not responding to Muxin's hug. She didn't hate him, yet she couldn't bring herself to be okay either. Although everything that happened was in her past life, the emotions were still there, raw and unresolved.
Muxin could feel her cold demeanor and withdrew. There was a hint of anger in her eyes. He took a step back, the warmth of her body lingering on his arms, replaced by the cold reality of their strained relationship. The pain of the past weighed heavily between them, a barrier that neither could easily cross. He could see the conflict in her eyes, a mix of sorrow and unresolved hurt that mirrored his own.
"I'm sorry, I was carried away." Muxin took a step back, his face filled with regret.
