"Sweetheart, look at me."
Su Yanruo didn't move. She continued to remain busy by sharpening her dagger.
"Sweetheart..." he called her again.
No answer.
Rong Yixuan sighed. "Ruoruo...."
Still, she gave him no answer.
Rong Yixuan took a step closer to her. "Su Yanruo, are you not going to talk to me?" he asked slowly.
"Shen Yixuan, I am busy. Don't think too much," she replied. After cleaning the dagger, she put it away and turned to leave. Just as she took a step away from him, he gripped her wrist, pulled her back, and tightened his arms around her.
Su Yanruo didn't move. She let him hug her.
"Sweetheart," Rong Yixuan sighed in her ear. Pressing his nose on her neck, he smelled her sweet fragrance. "Are you blaming me? It's my fault, isn't it? You don't want to talk to me because you blame me, right? I am sorry, sweetheart. I failed you. I failed to -"
