Shangguan Qiu gave a light snort, as if she had heard something amusing.
"Forgive you?"
She would never forget that day.
He had been looking for Jianxin, the residual soul that had forgotten everything.
How much Qi Ling liked Jianxin only made Shangguan Qiu feel how ridiculous she was.
Yes, she was not the type he liked.
The expectations she once had for him were nothing but a cruel joke.
"Do you have some misunderstanding, sir? Is there anything between us that needs forgiving?"
Shangguan Qiu turned her head to look at him.
Her expression was ice-cold, as if she were looking at a stranger.
Qi Ling inexplicably felt a pain in his heart, like something was clutching at his heart, making it difficult to breathe.
He still remembered the vow he had made in front of Luo Han.
No matter the cost, he would bring Jianxin back to his side.
But he had hurt her with his own hands.
"I'm sorry, I..."
He didn't know what to say, only kept apologizing.
"Master, I've perfected it."
