He tidied up a bit, then lay down next to her, wanting to reach out several times, but ultimately gave up.
Then, he fell into a deep sleep.
Bai Qingzhu glanced at her phone; it was already ten-thirty. She hadn't slept at all, pondering that even if he just said one word to her, it would be better, but there was not a single word.
She gave a bitter smile, questioning why the pain was so profound.
In the morning, when Bai Qingzhu got up to look after the child, her wrist was caught by the man.
Bai Qingzhu turned her head to look at him.
Xiao Lijin got up but didn't let go of her hand, simply saying, "I'm sorry, I stood you up last night."
He rarely apologized to anyone, whether before or after his memory loss, but one thing is for sure: seeing her made his heart ache terribly.
Bai Qingzhu was also surprised; she didn't expect him to take the initiative to say such words.
"It's alright, I know you had something to do; I'm not blaming you."
