With care, Mi Sheng held Qiao Zui's hand, "Instructor…I, I didn't want you to know that I am the daughter of the man you killed…I was afraid you would look at me with eyes filled with hatred and loathing, I can't bear the thought of you hating me, so…I, I was too frightened to tell you anything…Instructor, can you, can you forgive me?"
Her eyes were swollen from crying, and her voice hoarse. Qiao Zui could sense the despair and pain from when she left him moments ago.
He didn't want to blame her at all. All he felt was relief.
Relieved that there were no deep-seated grudges between them.
He grasped Mi Sheng's hand, pulled her upward and sat down beside her, holding her hand tightly, looking into her eyes and saying, "Xiao Mi, promise me that no matter what happens in future, we will communicate clearly. I will do the same. Let's be honest with each other from now on and not separate so easily like this time, okay?"
With tears in her eyes, Mi Sheng nodded vigorously, "I promise!"
