Leng Youchen let her embrace him, knowing he shouldn't have asked her to towel his hair if he knew she'd be so upset. "Alright, stop pouting, quickly dry my hair, then we can sleep."
Wei Anning rubbed her eyes, not wanting him to see that she'd been crying. Her eyes were red as she picked up the towel to continue drying his hair, yet each time she saw that scar, her heart ached a little.
Without him speaking, she could imagine how severe the situation was at that time, and when he needed her most, she wasn't by his side. "Sorry, Leng Youchen."
Leng Youchen held her slender waist and looked up at her with red-rimmed eyes, speaking gently: "Darling, don't say sorry to me, accidents are not something anyone wishes to happen."
Anning hung her head, "But my heart aches."
"Then I allow you to ache for one second." Leng Youchen stretched out his long, fair index finger to tease her, then said, "One second has passed, if it still aches, then kiss me."
