An Xiaxia moved away from his touch. This An Yibei in front of her was frighteningly strange.
That irrepressible guy had been utterly defeated.
"Brother… I…" An Xiaxia choked on her sobs and An Yibei's hand froze in midair as he looked into her eyes.
Outside, the moon was bright and there weren't many stars. The moonlight poured in, the color as soft as water in a lagoon.
An Yibei drew back his hand and sat on the floor, leaning against the bed. He gave off a dispirited air.
His breathing was shallow and irregular. He tried his best to bring it back to normal, which took him a long while. His voice was still tremulous when he spoke again. "I'm sorry."
For as long as An Xiaxia could remember, An Yibei had always been this nonchalant person to the point of being obstinate. Even when he did something wrong, he would never apologize. Instead, he would butter her up and make her forgive him willingly.
But now, he was saying sorry.
