Pinned down by him, Situ Yunshu could not move, and tried to lift her knee.
As if expecting this move, Mu Jingnan pinned her leg down, clasping her hands and raising them above her head.
"Still causing trouble?"
"Get lost!"
"Yunshu, I know you're still angry. That slap... I didn't mean it."
In the past, before the divorce, even in the Main Building, they had fought.
But he always gave in to her, never truly harmed her.
Instead, it was she who always won the fights.
That slap, he lost his mind in anger when she professed her love for Jiang Nan, lost control, and hit her.
To this day, he has been full of regret.
If time could turn back, he would never touch her, let alone slap her.
"Get off me!"
"I'm sorry." The man buried his head in her neck, his voice low and hoarse, tinged with difficulty.
He was remorseful, full of self-blame, guilt-ridden.
Such emotions interwoven, trapping him in unbearable pain.
