After Gu Qili finished speaking, she nervously watched him. He had never said a word against her, nor had he ever complained to her. He silently swallowed so much grievance, but he would never think she was wrong. In his eyes, everything she did was right, even if it meant hating him, resenting him, or punishing him.
How could there be such a man in this world, who is wholeheartedly good to you without asking for anything in return? She was so fortunate in this life.
"You little ingrate," he repeated, pinching her face, "Go wash up."
But Gu Qili refused to leave his embrace: "You haven't said whether you forgive me or not?"
"Fool, I've never felt that you did anything wrong, so what's there to forgive?" His simple words made Gu Qili's nose tingle with emotion,
"Mu Shuoqian, I will never leave you again, never again. Even if you hit me, scold me, or drive me away, I will not leave."
Mu Shuoqian gently laughed and softly replied, "Mhm."
How could he bear to do so.
