I'm sorry.
Her right hand was wrapped in thick gauze.
The image of the bloodstained blade flashed in front of his eyes, and Leng Zimo's anger slowly subsided.
He let go of the steering wheel and turned to help her unbuckle her seat belt.
"Don't touch me!" Luo Xiaoqian yelled, noticing his blood-covered left hand, she froze in place, "Your hand..."
Leng Zimo turned his palm over, glanced at it, and saw a blurry smear of blood. He did not even realize when he had injured his hand. He just looked at it briefly, then reached over again to unbuckle her seat belt.
He drew his hand back, letting the seat belt retract back into its slot, then returned to his own seat.
"I'm sorry!"
Luo Xiaoqian had already grabbed the door handle, ready to open the car door. Hearing these three words, she suddenly stiffened.
He said, "I'm sorry"?
Had she heard incorrectly? Could someone like him actually apologize?!
Turning her face, she looked at him with confusion.
