The sudden apology left Weilan completely stilled, her long lashes trembling, her moist, shimmering eyes flickering with complex emotions.
But soon, calm had returned to her delicate features, and she stayed silent.
She didn't know why he was apologizing.
Without a response, Lu Hechen felt somewhat awkward, looking down at Weilan and suppressing the nervousness in his heart. He seldom apologized and was not used to it.
"Tell me who hit you," Lu Hechen's slender fingers gently caressed Weilan's small face, the palm print too vivid, marking her beautiful face so strikingly it pained his heart.
Weilan remained just as before, very calm, as if she hadn't heard his words.
Lu Hechen frowned, truly at a loss for words.
He could be tough, wicked, domineering, but he had no idea how to gently coax a woman.
