She hadn't been eating or sleeping well these past few days, and every time she closed her eyes, she saw his unbelievably pained expression that night.
Qi Yu was tormented by that look for several days and felt that she could no longer continue like this.
Dragging her listless body, she propped herself up and said softly to Li Mingjue, "I was wrong."
Because she had caught a cold, her nasal voice was a bit heavy, making her sound pitiful.
Li Mingjue's heart softened immediately; he couldn't bring himself to step away.
He withdrew his sleeve from her hand, looked down at the woman who always acted recklessly, and his tone was no longer as cold as before. He asked, "What did you do wrong?"
Qi Yu knew he was beginning to waver, so she deliberately coughed a few times, looking at his somewhat flustered expression, a sense of guilt arose in her heart.
