I'm sorry, I love you.
Upon hearing those six words, Ji Wei's tears fell heavily.
Her heart was torn, yet a small trace of joy betrayed her reluctance—she realized her emotions were completely under Mo Qian's control.
Was it because she loved him too deeply that she had given him the power to hurt her?
Ji Wei's heart was filled with turmoil and contradiction. Should she forgive him just like that?
The pain he caused her would hardly fade with time. Like the scars on her body—no matter how fully healed—they would still leave marks.
Her mind was a chaotic mess. Ji Wei stopped herself from thinking anymore. She tried to push the man away, but as soon as she raised her hand, it pulled at her wound, making her frown in pain and cry out softly.
"Weiwei, does the wound hurt again? I won't touch you randomly anymore. Be good—don't move around, alright?" Mo Qian's eyes flickered with worry, but his words were gentle, as if coaxing a child.
