Listening to Yu Jingrong's words and seeing the guilt in her eyes, Li Chengyun reached out and gently pulled her into his embrace, playing with her black, soft hair. "You know you hurt me?"
Although his voice said that, there was no blame, only tenderness and indulgence.
She said, "I'm sorry! Li Chengyun!"
Li Chengyun gave a gentle smile, his dark, deep eyes fixed on Yu Jingrong, whose face was pale and filled with guilt. "Since you know it's a wound, it means you've thought of me, and that's enough. Moreover, I have never blamed you."
Yu Jingrong leaned in Li Chengyun's arms and slowly closed her eyes. This time, she didn't faint but fell into a deep sleep. Li Chengyun carefully picked her up and brought her home.
The next day, Yu Jingrong woke up in Li Chengyun's arms. She opened her eyes and stared at the magnified handsome face in front of her. She saw him every day, yet now, it felt like she hadn't seen him for a century.