Mo Shiqian lowered his gaze and watched her for a while before nodding his head and said in a gentle voice, "I'll come to see you tomorrow."
Chi Huan, as usual, didn't respond to him.
The man had the nerve to lower his head and quickly kissed her on the face, his voice deep and husky as he said, "sorry."
Caught off guard, she had been kissed squarely and, with a cold face, wiped it off with her hand without a word.
At that moment, Chi Huan did not realize what his "sorry" was actually for. She simply thought he was apologizing again for the same matter.
Though, the word as it spilled from his lips carried more weight than anything he had said before—as if it came from the deepest part of his soul, and was particularly hoarse, making it seem very solemn and sincere to listen to.
Especially since she did not look at him directly, she did not see the dark and profound emotions in the depths of his eyes—though contained, they could not be concealed, all of them on display.
