"Lanlan, you never have to say sorry to me."
Xiao Yihe gently wiped away An Lan's tears and earnestly said, "Before, it was my cowardice, my fear of facing the truth, but I don't think it's too late. Lanlan, would you give me another chance?"
An Lan looked away.
She wanted to agree, but a flood of inferiority swept over her. Did she still deserve Xiao Yihe now?
He was a promising lawyer, the person who always stood firm in love. What about her?
Could she still be considered a good match for him?
"It's okay, Lanlan," Xiao Yihe said with consideration, "you can take your time to think about it, no need to rush your answer. As long as you're happy, I'm okay with anything."
An Lan felt a pang of pain in her heart. Even now, he was still thinking of her.
But the more he did so, the less she wanted to give him hope and then disappoint him. Thus, she could only nod stiffly.