They hadn't seen each other for several days, and this embrace felt all too familiar to him, his body experiencing a simultaneous delight and mild pain.
"Okay, it's my fault, all my fault. What can I do to make you not angry, huh?"
Mu Xiangwan was held by him, still struggling awkwardly. His familiar scent rushed into her nostrils, every cell in her body familiar to the point of causing pain.
How had she, who used to be so carefree and heartless, always the one making others cry, become so wronged?
All because of this man. He was such a jerk!
He claimed to love her, yet always managed to upset her!
…
She refused to cry, only trembling violently. Seeing her silently shedding tears made Su Chaoyang's heart soften like a vast ocean.
