As she took a step, Tao Siran stopped in his tracks, staring at her fixedly. As she indifferently brushed past him, he suddenly turned around, embraced her from behind, and gently gathered her into his arms.
"Jin Yan." He called her name softly, his voice filled with tenderness, heartbreak, and bitterness.
Jin Yan was slightly stunned.
What is Tao Siran doing now? Didn't they stop arguing before? How could he suddenly act as if he was seeing a long-lost lover?
She wasn't his lover, just a woman he had discarded. This shouldn't be happening.
Could it be that, for Little Chenmo's custody, he's thought of a new trick to deceive her?!
Jin Yan's heart sank, her body tense, restraining herself from yelling or swearing, she spat out the words one by one, "Tao, Si, Ran, let, go!"
Tao Siran didn't release her, nor did he heed her cold words. He bowed his head slightly, buried his face between her neck and hair, and quietly said, "I'm sorry."
