But Nan Sichen also stood up and seized her chin, his voice filled with indescribable torment and extreme anger, "I don't fucking want an apology."
Qin Yin's chin hurt from his grip; she looked up at him, her gaze somewhat timid yet filled with sadness.
Tears fell from her eyes, landing on Nan Sichen's hand. The warmth of that tear seemed to scorch him, and he abruptly let go of her chin.
He had never thought that one day he would lay a hand on Yinyin, that he would watch her cry.
Nan Sichen's chest heaved, yet he said nothing. Qin Yin was also silent.
Only the tears in her eyes fell like pearls off a broken string, silently dropping one after another.
She seldom cried, no matter the pain, bitterness, or difficulties; she would never shed tears. But today, once she started crying, it felt uncontrollable.
She kept wiping the tears from her face, but no matter how she wiped, she couldn't clean them all; her tear ducts seemed out of control, tears streaming continuously.
