But He Still Went Back on His Word

His slightly hoarse voice resembled the sound of one stepping on fallen leaves in late autumn.

Qian Yue felt like an electric current was running through her ears, hitting her nerves and tugging at her heartstrings.

She was forced to look into his eyes. "What do you want to say?"

"I was wrong." Zhou Yanshen swallowed hard.

He resisted the urge to kiss her crazily and stroked her skin with his fingertips. "Can you forgive me?"

It was an expected question.

Qian Yue said, "Mr. Zhou." She moved her hands away from his chest. "What I want is your partiality."

"I can give you."

"Then I'll wait until you give me that."

What she wanted was not just a hollow promise.

Zhou Yanshen moved closer. "I'll prove it to you with my actions, but you can't be absent."

"What do you mean I can't be absent?"

"You can't ignore me and refuse to see me."

Qian Yue nodded slightly.