Perhaps sensing the unusual emotions of the person in his arms, Chen Jingyuan slightly loosened his grip, gently lifted the girl's chin, and met her misty, moist eyes.
This appearance, captured by the man, his fingertips tenderly touched her tear ducts and asked softly, "Did you cry?"
The young girl, embarrassed, shook her head, then pressed her head back against his chest.
This time, not forgetting to stretch out her arms, she tightly embraced Mr. Chen.
"I'm sorry." When she spoke again, Liang Weining's voice was noticeably hoarse.
She closed her eyes, letting tears silently fall, and finally spoke the words she had suppressed for two days.
"Last time insisting on taking route S211 was too selfish of me. I didn't consider your feelings, making you worry."
Being together so far, it was rare to see the young girl like this. It was as if, overnight, she had fallen into overwhelming regret and self-blame.
