Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the gentle sunlight shone into the bright and clean office, illuminating Yun Mo's tall and straight figure. Nevertheless, Qiao Xiaon'an felt unusually cold, and the surrounding air seemed stifling.
Fearing he didn't hear her, she repeated herself.
"Amo, I was wrong yesterday, I shouldn't have lied to you. Brother Yichen drove me back to the Oriental Pearl. I know, you saw it, I'm sorry, I was wrong."
Whenever she's nervous, she bites her lip repeatedly, pauses, bites her lip again, and finally manages to utter those words.
"I just hope he forgives me," she thought, clutching tighter at the corner of her shirt, like a child who made a mistake.
She just stood there, not moving, blinking and staring at him incessantly.
Whereas he sat calmly in front of his computer, holding his pen in a gentlemanly manner, his head bowed, seemingly writing something on the A4 paper.
Unmoved.
She waited for a few seconds.
Then he slowly said, "I know."
