I Was Wrong, Please Forgive Me!

After applying the ointment, Si Yiyan tenderly massaged the bruise on her wrist.

Wen Xinya saw that his expression remained dark and his lips were pressed into a line. A sliver of fear swirled in her heart and she threw herself into his arms coquettishly. "It's really not painful. Even if a 1.9-meter strong man is standing before me now, I can beat him down with one punch."

With that, she curled her hand into a dainty fist and waved it around.

What was such a small injury compared to being so loved and doted upon by Si Yiyan?

He didn't hurt her on purpose and she was also in the wrong. No matter what happened between her and Si Yiyan, she should not have so easily blurted out things like breaking up and canceling the wedding. Perhaps it was just an impulsive act, but on the other hand, it also reflected her flippant attitude toward this relationship.

For her to say such things, Si Siyan was the one who was truly hurt.