Such words, like a hard slap hitting his face, left him utterly humiliated and disgraced. The man, typically calm and collected, was now overwhelmed with panic. He held her tight, his mouth opening and closing, but no words of apology came out.
It seemed like anything he said was too little, too late.
He could only carry her back to their room with large strides, carefully laying her on the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed, frustrated, clutching his head, consumed by guilt.
"I'm sorry."
It took him a long time to finally utter those two words, his heart burdened by immense guilt.
"I'm sorry, Chenxing."
"You're right, I'm the worst man in the world!"
Chenxing tightly hugged her own knees, a frightened expression on her face as she looked at the man before her. Her fear was profound; she only wanted to be as far from him as possible.
