He didn't know if Tang Yuxin would help him.
He thought she probably wouldn't.
But now he had come to ask, he had spoken, although it was embarrassing, although he felt helpless, and although it was painful.
"Yuxin, consider it begging, will you help me this one time?"
He stretched out a hand, hoping to grasp Tang Yuxin's hand, but Tang Yuxin stood up with her cup in hand and walked to a chair far away to sit down. Unwilling to give up, he stood up again and approached her, standing in front of Tang Yuxin and not leaving.
"Yuxin, for the sake of our past."
Qin Ziye truly regretted it, and his regret was profound. What on earth had he done? If it wasn't for all those things, even if he and Tang Yuxin had parted ways amicably, she wouldn't be so cold towards him.
Tang Yuxin remained silent, simply holding the tea cup and her gaze falling upon a tree in the distance, her thoughts inscrutable.
