"Yingying, I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't appear before you, but I still wanted to personally congratulate you and give you the wedding gift myself," Fu Yingjun said somewhat uneasily, afraid that Han Yingying would despise him.
The senior she knew was a sunny big boy with the brightest smile and enthusiastic attitude, who had never seemed as helpless as he was now.
A wave of guilt surged in Han Yingying's heart.
"Senior, I'm the one who should apologize. That day at the hospital, I spoke too harshly. It's my own uncertainty about how to face you openly; it's not your fault."
"If I had realized your feelings earlier, maybe I..."
"Senior," Han Yingying interrupted him loudly, "there is no maybe, you already have a girlfriend, and I'm already married."
Fu Yingjun felt somewhat ashamed, "I'm sorry, I lost my composure."
"Senior, I can't interact with you like I used to for the time being, so let's meet less in the future, thank you for the gift,"
