There were traces of it.
It was eye-piercing, but to Rong Zhan, it was even more glaring.
His gaze fell on her long hair that was dyed in black ink and her cold and beautiful face. He knew that all these things had forced him to willingly submit to such a beautiful wife.
He knelt down on one knee beside her and said with heartache and guilt, " wife, I was wrong. I was a bastard. I shouldn't have bullied you and treated you roughly.
"Rong Zhan!"
Before he could finish, sang Xia interrupted him and called his name. When she turned around, her eyes were misty and Rong Zhan could not help but stand up and lean over to hold her little face. don't cry, don't cry. My heart aches for you.
