Lu Qing looked at her tear-streaked face, feeling an immense amount of guilt.
She had done so much for him, carefully preparing a cake, decorating the room, all filled with a pink atmosphere, and even insisted on a hand-drawn photo on the cake.
Despite her lack of cooking skills, she cooked for him herself and ended up injuring herself.
She planned to surprise him, but because he forcefully opened the door, she got hurt and even ruined her favorite red dress.
His usual cool face flushed with a bit of redness, and he seemed a bit at a loss, half-squatting in front of her, soothing her in a low voice:
"I was wrong, baby, tell me, what do I have to do for you to forgive me?"
Qin Miaomiao's eyes were swollen from crying, and she glared at him: "How could you be wrong, the wrong one is me."
"It's me, it's me, baby, as long as you say it, anything that makes you the slightest bit happy, I'll do."
