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Lin Na clutched the blanket tightly, her body curled up, her haggard little face streaked with tears, pitifully endearing.
Those tears melted his heart, deepening his sense of guilt.
He walked to the bedside and reached out to grasp her hand, which was previously outside the blanket.
Lin Na quickly withdrew her hand back into the blanket, refusing to let him catch it.
"Nana, I'm sorry."
Qiao Chutian's tone was gentle and remorseful.
Lin Na didn't respond, instead trying to make herself cry even more.
After a dozen calls since last night, and now rushing over from the honeymoon cottage to offer her an explanation, she knew he still cared about her.
"Nana, can you wait for me for three years?"
Qiao Chutian reached out and gently touched Lin Na's hair.
Lin Na raised her hand, slapping his away, her face filled with spite and grievance.
"Nana—"
Chutian continued to call her name.
