Bai Zhi winced from Fu Shiyan's tight grip.
Her eyes reddened and filled with indignation, "Shiyan, it hurts...
Fu Shiyan's throat moved slightly. As he let go of her hand, he turned his body to the side, "I will handle it myself."
Bai Zhi touched her aching wrist that Fu Shiyan had gripped. His action made her eyes even more red.
It wasn't only pain, but also anger.
She could overtly feel the distance Fu Shiyan had put between them.
No.
She wouldn't allow Fu Shiyan to drift further away from her.
She subtly composed herself, adopting an expression of frailty and self-blame, "Shiyan, are you still mad about the night... when I wronged Shen Feiwan?"
Fu Shiyan paused as he was cleaning the coffee stain on his body.
His silence said it all.
"That night... was my fault," Bai Zhi admitted her mistake outright.
As she spoke, tears cascaded down her face like pearls.
