Yu Jingrong met two fierce, fiery gazes. Her eyes softened and a slight smile played at her lips. She greeted the other, "Brother Ye!"
On catching sight of her, Mu Ye strode forward enthusiastically, outstretched arms sweeping her into a sudden hug.
"Where have you been these last three years? Why haven't you called me? Why didn't you tell anyone where you were going? Do you have any idea how worried we were?" His voice was stifled, ringing with deep sorrow, pity, guilt, and regret.
Yu Jingrong allowed Mu Ye to hold her, his guilt and sorrow pouring around them. She found herself unable to speak.
She pushed against him, "Brother Ye, let go of me, I can barely breathe!"
Reluctantly, Mu Ye relinquished his hold on her. His face somber, he said, "It's all my fault. I should not have switched off my phone, should not have left without telling anyone, leaving you with nowhere to turn. I'm sorry, Rongrong. I'm really, really sorry!"
