Yan Xiaye nervously swallowed, then cautiously called out to him, "Younger Uncle."
The man with his back to her stopped in his tracks, his tone as flat as ever, impossible to discern his thoughts, "Hmm?"
"About yesterday... I'm sorry."
Determined to seek forgiveness, Yan Xiaye clenched her small fists and took a few quick steps to catch up to Li Yuntang. She looked earnestly into his deep and abyssal eyes, "I know you did it for my own good..."
"Xiaye, this is your life, you don't need to apologize for your choices," Li Yuntang said, his handsome brows lifting slightly as he looked back at her with an inscrutable gaze. "Or are you saying you regret it and want to seize another opportunity?"
Yan Xiaye felt a bitter taste in her mouth and shook her head slightly, aware that Li Yuntang probably viewed her as a fickle and petty person.
After a moment, she sighed softly, "Younger Uncle, thank you."
