"Xiaoyi, where are you going?" Chu Weixu almost had tears in his eyes, he asked nervously, "Are you still mad at me? I'm sorry. I know I was wrong. Please, I'm begging you."
Ai Zhiyi couldn't open his mouth as if his lips were glued, so he couldn't say a word. Even so, how he was in tears depicted how devastated he felt at that time.
Seeing Ai Zhiyi look at him with mixed feelings, Chu Weixu speculated that Ai Zhiyi was still fussing about their matter last night.
However, what he couldn't think of was why would Ai Zhiyi want to leave the house just because of such a matter? They had faced more serious problems, but they were able to stand until now. Then why did Ai Zhiyi take up issues that weren't even comparable to what they had argued before?
Chu Weixu kept thinking about those things. He just couldn't believe that Ai Zhiyi's temper would be getting worse at the age of nearly twenty-eight.
