Fengyu looked at him, his brows furrowed in grievance. Xie Xun was still young; even though his life had been rich in experience, full of ups and downs, he carried the spirited air of a young man. When his brows were furrowed in sadness, it was always enough to melt hearts. Aside from the stone-hearted Second Young Master, others were easily fooled, swayed by him. Fengyu was no exception. She knew full well that Xie Xun was stubborn and bound to face his own consequences; she knew he sincerely admitted fault, yet she also knew he would never truly regret. And still… Fengyu couldn't help but soften toward him.
This was an unsolvable problem!
Xie Xun was the type whose apologies were heartfelt. Yet his strong will meant that, when making choices, he would never consider the punishments his errors might bring — he simply followed his own heart. No matter how angry she became, it was useless. It wasn't that Xie Xun was obstinately unrepentant, but rather... it was his nature.
