Luo SuiFeng froze for a moment, and then his face twisted into an expression of heartbreaking pain.
He knew that he had indeed done wrong by Mù Qiānxún during this time.
Especially by refusing to acknowledge that Mù Qiānxún was the floral demon.
But at that time, he had also felt Wen Rou was too pitiful, considering the circumstances.
"Qianxun, I know I wronged you. So I won't ask for your forgiveness."
"That's more like it," Mù Qiānxún said bluntly. "You don't deserve my forgiveness. We're the type who, once we break up, cannot be friends. You don't need my forgiveness, and I won't give it. Please, don't appear in front of me again."
Mù Qiānxún's words were so straightforward that even if Luo SuiFeng's comprehension was in the negatives, he could still understand.
Luo SuiFeng hurriedly tried to explain, pouring out the thoughts he'd harbored over the years.
