Faintly, he uttered a sentence he had never said to any woman before, "I'm sorry."
Lin Qingyuan was taken aback for a moment, then faintly pushed him away, reached out to gently tuck the fallen hair behind her ear, not looking at him, and simply said, "Why say these things? Let's just go to sleep."
Lin Qingyuan naturally felt that he was a bit different tonight, sighed faintly and lightly, she said, "I've already talked to Xiaoyan just now. That child is just having a momentary lapse, don't take it to heart."
Ye Licheng's gaze narrowed slightly, "Is that so?"
"Yes, she's still young, naturally she doesn't understand your intentions. She'll come to realize them sooner or later."
Ye Licheng suddenly turned over and lay down, exhaling heavily.
"It'd be good if she could understand."
"Mm," Lin Qingyuan responded, reaching out to turn off the bedside lamp.
...
That night, Ye Liangyan hardly slept at all.
Lying in bed, her mother's words kept reverberating in her mind.
