She had no chance to say the rest. In the next hour, what she said the most were three words: "I was wrong."
When it grew quiet.
Qin Zhiyou turned his head, Lu Weixi beside him was already asleep. His fingertips gently brushed her hair, and then he leaned over to gently kiss her on the top of her head.
Although she had been physically active, there was a slight tremor in Lu Weixi's eyelashes, obviously somewhat uncomfortable.
His fingers were still slowly brushing through her hair, but his eyes became slightly deeper.
Just now, Lu Weixi mentioned that night they first became involved.
Up until now, she thought that night she had sought him out, thought that she was the one who broke him and Fang Rushuang apart, thus feeling inferior in front of Fang Rushuang. What she didn't know was—actually, that night was intentionally engineered by him.
That day, he remembered, was five years ago, on the third day of March.