In the winter, she clumsily knitted a scarf for him, pricking her fingers until they were raw and reddish.
For the sake of buying him his favorite drink, she disregarded the winter chill and ran out in the middle of the night to purchase it, tucking it against her chest to keep it warm.
...
There were so many incidents like these.
He so desperately wanted to tell her that he was full of regret, he regretted treating her that way, would she be willing to return to him?
Even if, this time, he would be kind to her, he could treat her a thousand, ten thousand times better.
Could he?
Yet, all the terrible things he had done to her crossed his mind.
He had intentionally let Meng Zhenglin harass her in front of him, dumped her off with that pervert, and even threatened her to marry the disabled Meng Zhenglin.
