Chi Mu didn't say anything, waiting for Tang Sitian to finish tidying up before walking out with her. He looked at her calm face and said lightly, "I'll take you home. It's on the way, and I don't have anything else to do."
She replied politely, "No need, I'll take a taxi back myself, thank you."
"Sitian," Chi Mu lowered his voice, "About what happened before… are you still mad at me?"
"No, it was my fault back then, and your mother was right," Tang Sitian's tone was calm, "After all, no one would want a bride who isn't pure, especially not a family like the Chi family."
He almost immediately frowned and said, "I don't care about that."
"You don't care…"
The words Chi Mu wanted to say got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single sound.
"It was my fault, so you don't need to feel guilty about anything," Tang Sitian looked away, curving her lips slightly, "I'm leaving now. Thanks for helping me out earlier."
