"I'm sorry, really sorry..." Suxin silently repeated in her heart. She was well aware of Chen Ziqian's feelings for her, and although she didn't know how lasting they might be, Chen Ziqian's repeated rescues were indeed real and certainly not fake. She couldn't reciprocate, so all she could say was sorry.
In the office, Chen Ziqian, exhausted, dropped his work and leaned back in his chair.
"Ziqian, you knew this day would come, didn't you? Why still feel sad?"
"She doesn't care about you at all, don't you know that?"
"Even if you knelt before her now and begged her not to marry, she wouldn't glance at you."
"Why are you still hung up on such a heartless woman?"
Chen Ziqian murmured to himself, laughing with tears in his eyes.
Just after ten o'clock in the morning, Suxin saw Chen Ziqian leave the office and then he never came back.
