The next second, a sharp pain prickled the back of his hand.
He realized it was the tense, defensive young woman who had grasped the piece of glass in her hand and had sliced his hand back the moment he reached out.
Blood instantly seeped from the wound…
Yet Li Shengxiao seemed unaware of the pain as he firmly grasped the young woman's wrist and pulled her into his embrace, "I'm sorry, I arrived too late."
In his lifetime, he had never known fear or regret, but today, on his way to Jinxiu, he had been filled with regret and fear countless times.
The moment he entered the room, he thought that if anything had happened to her, those two missed calls might suffocate him for the rest of his life.
Thankfully…
Thankfully, it was Rong Yan!
Li Shengxiao's throat felt parched, his voice hoarse and deep as he firmly held her in his arms, "Yanyan, I'm sorry."
Sorry for not answering her calls, sorry for being late, sorry for almost letting her be left with a trauma...