"Shao… Jingmo…"
"I can hear you."
"My back hurts…"
There was a three-dimensional relief sculpture on the back of the door. Qiao Qiao felt uncomfortable leaning against it. Slowly, he found some semblance of reason. He drew back and pressed his forehead to hers. "Say you regret it."
Qiao Qiao's eyes were blank. "What?"
Shao Jingmo repeated in a hoarse voice, "Say that you regret your rashness just now. Say that you regret it."
Qiao Qiao pursed her lips and said nothing. Shao Jingmo coaxed her. "Guigui, listen to me. Say you regret it. That you regret your rashness. Okay, Guigui? You're just regretting it…"
Qiao Qiao gritted her teeth. "I don't regret it."
The air went quiet for a moment.
