Looking at Zhuge Mingshan kneeling right in front of her, Cao Na's emotions were truly mixed.
"I was wrong, I was wrong."
"Back then, I was young and clueless."
"For the sake of my ignorance at that time, please don't hold it against me."
Zhuge Mingshan felt various discomforts coming from her knees, and could sense dampness creeping into them; she felt the snow beneath had melted, and her pants were getting wet.
If it were before, Zhuge Mingshan would have been furious, who dared to bully her like this? But now, she could only endure it; she couldn't just give up.
If she gave up like this, she would have suffered for nothing, and more importantly, she would lose her only leverage entirely.
She is a child, so don't hold it against her—is this an apology face?
"Is this your apology?"
