Outside the door, Bai Lanwu heard his daughter's sobs. Assuming his daughter didn't believe him, he shook his head and said, "Ye, you might as well leave now and come back tomorrow. Right now, Xingguang is still too mad to listen to anything. Let her calm down first, and then you two can talk it through."
Ye Junqing stood tall and unmoving at the door, as if he had grown roots there. He held a pack of wontons and said, "Xingguang, open the door. I bought your favorite wontons. If you don't open the door, they'll go bad."
Ye Xingguang bit her teeth tightly to prevent herself from crying out loud. She thought to herself, am I that gluttonous?
"Open the door. I want to apologize to you. If you're so eager to burn incense, I will join you. Let Qin Junye take the blame for me. I don't care who you're thinking of, or who your first sunshine was."
Ye Junqing's words were so beautiful that he couldn't believe them himself.
