"Ah..."
The scalding tea spilled over the back of her hand.
Her cry was truly agonizing, mainly because the water was too hot to handle.
The man's fingers pressed against her chin as he lowered his head to try to kiss her lips, but Wen Yi hated him so much. The skin on her hand was burnt red, the pain causing tears to swirl in her eyes, yet she refused to cry at such a moment and show weakness.
But a woman with tears in her eyes that do not fall always looks more pitiful than one who cries out loud, especially when that woman is Wen Yi; once she showed her grievance, it was bound to be ten times more pitiful than that of an ordinary woman.
He sighed, feeling a softness collapse inside his heart, kissed the corner of her lips, and murmured softly, "Sorry."
This seemingly tender apology forced the tears she was holding back to stream down all at once—
With a cry tainted by anger, she exclaimed, "Get the hell away from me!"
Sorry, he didn't understand sorry at all.
