Shen Yinning thought, Lu Ying must have taken the wrong medicine tonight.
In a hoarse voice, she said, "If you want to go crazy, then go do it elsewhere. What's the meaning of running here again and again in the dead of night?"
Clearly berating him, but to Lu Ying, her voice sounded as melodious and soothing as celestial music.
One of his hands pressed against the wall beside her face, so close, so very close—his thin lips nearly brushed her cheek. In his narrow, hazy eyes, a reflection of her glistening, reddened ones shimmered. The tears welling up in her eyes made his brows tighten, stabbing a sharp ache into his heart.
With his other large hand, he gently cradled the girl's cheek. Lowering his head, he kissed away her tears, his thumb slowly stroking her face, as if utterly unsure of what to do with her.
"I'm sorry."
He caressed her cheek again and repeated, "I'm sorry."
Back then, he really thought she had betrayed him.
