"Xiao Yu, I was wrong. I must have been blinded by lard," Xie Quan earnestly admitted his mistake, and with that simple, honest face of his, it really made one believe that he was truly repentant.
"You can hit me." As Xie Quan raised his hand, he slapped himself.
Mo Xiaoyu watched Xie Quan without blinking.
Xie Quan slapped himself again with his other hand, the sound of the slap was loud and clear.
While apologizing, Xie Quan looked at Mo Xiaoyu with a pleading gaze.
At the doorway, Tang Yue looked at Xie Quan's actions and couldn't help worrying that Sister Xiaoyu might soften her heart and forgive him.
"Xie Quan, even if you swell your face from slapping, it's still impossible between us," Mo Xiaoyu's voice was crisp and resolute, her tone decisive without any room for negotiation.
"No, Xiao Yu, we once loved each other so much..."
