Fu Shinian carried Su Mu to the room, gently placed her on the bed, and glanced at the environment inside the room, saying indifferently:
"You rest. I will go first."
But as he turned around, Su Mu reached out and grabbed his little finger. Fu Shinian had to stop the turning motion, lowered his head to look at her hand, fair and slender—he could imagine what a beautiful sight it would be if these hands danced on the black and white keys of a piano. However, at this moment, he only felt that this hand embodied grievances, just like its owner.
Fu Shinian's gaze fell on Su Mu's face, quietly watching her without speaking.
Su Mu: "Sorry..."
Fu Shinian chuckled lightly:
"Has Mrs. Fu done something wrong?"
"I shouldn't have stayed away from home for several days in anger at you, nor should I have run to the film studio without telling you, let alone coming with Wei Shaoqin…" She carefully looked up at him: "Can you forgive me?"
