It seemed like an eternal century of waiting.
The phone finally emitted a man's deep and gentle voice: "What is it?"
Gu Jin'er nearly wept with joy, exchanging a glance with Mrs. Gu, she reverted to her well-mannered demeanor, saying with a hint of awkwardness, "I'm sorry, Jingxing, I didn't mean for this to happen..."
Bo Jinghang was noncommittal, seemingly questioning the sincerity of her apology.
Gu Jin'er tensed up, bit her lower lip as if about to cry, and quickly thought of the only reason that might earn forgiveness:
"When I think about how you used to really like Huang Qian, didn't choose me but chose her instead, I... I feel truly awful, and unconsciously became strange. I promise I won't lose my composure like this again, please forgive me, okay?"
Love gives rise to worry, love gives rise to fear.
