"I won't be looking for you anymore, nor will I interfere with your affairs. From now on, let's act as strangers."
Jiang Man, who was crying, let go of Zhang Xiaoshan, stood up, dropped a harsh line, and was about to leave.
Zhang Xiaoshan raised his hand to grab Jiang Man's left wrist, gave a pull, and she immediately lost her balance, falling into Zhang Xiaoshan's arms.
"You, let me go, let go of me."
Struggling and shouting, Jiang Man tried to get up, but didn't have much strength.
Zhang Xiaoshan looked down at Jiang Man in his arms, speaking in a tone that was gentle yet serious.
"My words just now were too harsh; it was my fault, I apologize. I'm sorry."
"Although I'm not some wealthy young master, I've read a few books. When I was studying in Xijing, I heard about some things. I can understand your difficulties somewhat. I should have been sympathetic rather than blaming you. It was my fault; I shouldn't have acted so childishly. I'm sorry."
