In the darkness, she turned her head and muttered softly, "I... it's okay..."
Almost as soon as her voice faded, he had already uncontrollably embraced her waist from behind...
The night was too long yet too brief, neither of them spoke, nor did they ask each other any questions, releasing their suppressed emotions as if it were the end of the world...
The next morning, the rain had cleared and the sky was bright.
Tang Yu sat up straight against the headboard, watching the woman beside him breathing evenly.
What to do... Tang Yu tortured his own hair with his hands in frenzy.
Propose to her directly, indicating his willingness to take responsibility?
Kneel down and apologize, begging for her forgiveness?
Act like a hoodlum, "I've had my way with you, what can you do to me now?"
Tell her everything, that the amnesiac fiancée and all that was a lie?
Ah! Why isn't there a single reliable option?
Of course, it's because he himself was completely unreliable!
