Quickly, Qu Tan'er became somber and subtly lowered her eyelids, her gaze shifting and glistening.
She was the one at fault, she knew it.
From his eager entrance just now, he seemed almost crazily desperate.
One could imagine the torment he endured rushing to the palace.
And emotionally, what was that like...
"Chengcheng, I really do know I was wrong, and it will never happen again..." Qu Tan'er whispered softly, her small hands fidgety, sitting on the chair with her head lowered, not daring to move, staring at her own little feet, unsure if she could see them clearly... She didn't understand why, but the sight of him rushing over made her want to cry, no, the tears were already falling.
Even when faced with danger, she would not cry.
Seeing him, her throat felt as if it were blocked, and her tears uncontrollable...
Quietly and soundlessly, that familiar figure returned once again.
The next second, somewhat brusquely but still tenderly, he enveloped her in his arms.
