He watched as Qiao Xu looked at him with cold eyes, as if she held a knife in her hand, slowly stabbing it into his heart, incredibly painful, yet she would not give him a quick death.
This kind of pain that leaves no traces of blood was unbearable.
He just silently watched her knife-like gaze, his heart being cut to pieces over and over again until he finally managed to utter, "I'm sorry."
Besides apologizing, he couldn't say anything in his defense.
Qiao Xu did not have any extreme reaction, merely got up from her chair and said, "You don't have to apologize. Do you know why I was there?"
She stood in front of him, emotionless, "I received a strange text message saying that you were having a private meeting with someone else. I went to catch the adultery."
She said it indifferently, with no emotional burden.
