I'm sorry.
Tan Jincheng said he was sorry.
These three words, Gu Yi'an heard very clearly.
What he said was indeed sorry.
Sorry...
Gu Yi'an gently laughed.
She reached out and gently stroked Tan Jincheng's hair.
"Jincheng, don't say sorry to me." Gu Yi'an said with a smile, "Sorry is a very magical word. Once you say sorry, there will be another sorry. Hadn't we said before, to never say sorry to each other?"
Tan Jincheng's face looked unpleasant.
He pressed his lips tightly, his eyes exceptionally deep, like an unfathomable dark spring, black and seemingly capable of devouring everything...
Looking at him, Gu Yi'an could quite accurately decipher his psychological state.
He was feeling guilty, he was blaming himself, he was in pain, he was very, very much in pain.
This was Tan Jincheng, this was her Jincheng.
Gu Yi'an's heart was filled with myriad emotions.
