Lu Zhanxing didn't look up, mechanically eating his meal, but his attention was constantly on Qiao Yun.
Lu Jingzhi clenched his hands nervously, as if waiting for a life-or-death verdict.
Qiao Yun's dark eyes stared straight at him.
After a long while, she spoke slowly, "I don't know if I should accept your apology."
She wasn't the original person, and she didn't know the thoughts and feelings of the original person.
The original person had died, killed by Qin Huan and Gu Ming.
Qiao Yun's words sounded to Lu Jingzhi like she was unwilling to forgive him.
Lu Jingzhi's throat dried, unable to ask Qiao Yun for forgiveness anymore.
He thought he was fair and just, and believed that his arrangements for Qiaoqiao were for her own good.
But the truth was, he didn't understand Qiao Yun at all.
Only now had he realized how foolish his former self had been.
If time could be rewound, he would definitely trust Qiao Yun completely and unconditionally.
