He walked over, "Aren't we acquainted?" He leaned down and looked at her, "Then why did you add my WeChat?"
His eyes seemed to have the power to bewitch souls.
Chen Xiangtai was so captivated by his gaze that she nearly lost her own soul, her expression also dazed, "I said that because I was afraid my family would pester you." Being so close, her eyes were filled with him, "I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
Her voice was soft, "They are unreasonable."
She hung her head, looking downcast as if she had done something wrong. There was some regret and also a hint of suppressed grievance.
Lu Xinglan lifted his hand but withdrew it just before touching her head. Instead, he took out the box that held the alarm clock from his pocket and propped up her chin with it, lifting her drooping head.
"They are unreasonable; why apologize? You're not them."
He was comforting her.
Although his tone was not gentle, his eyes, neither, she knew he was comforting her.
