"Chuxia."
Shi Che slowly squatted down again. She sat, he squatted, and their gazes were perfectly level. The violence had dissipated from his dark eyes, replaced by a hint of sorrow, and his eyes gradually reddened.
He stared at her eyes seriously, word by word, "Chuxia, I'm sorry."
Ling Chuxia suddenly covered her mouth with her hand. Tears blurred her vision, but it seemed she could still clearly see the sorrow in Shi Che's eyes.
Ling Chuxia suddenly burst into tears.
Shi Che wrapped his arms around Ling Chuxia, pulling her tightly into his embrace. Ling Chuxia's hand unconsciously gripped the fabric of Shi Che's shirt, and she slowly began to cry out loud.
This morning when she woke up, she didn't even dare to cry loudly, because it was her own fault. Who could she blame?
But now, Shi Che told her that it wasn't her fault. She was the victim. She didn't need to apologize. In fact, he was the one who should be apologizing to her.
