Shi Nian asked, but she already had the answer herself.
Slightly stunned, she looked up into his eyes: "Could it be... the day of the trial?"
She remembered that day, anxiously standing outside the courtroom calling his phone, just as she was about to despair, he suddenly appeared in front of her like he descended from the sky. The usually elegant and composed man had tiny beads of bright sweat at his temples at that moment, and his palm was warm and moist with sweat when he held her hand.
He nodded and smiled, seemingly a bit embarrassed.
"That day, it just so happened that Mark's video was restored. The expert I specially hired, who is an authority in this field, was responsible for the restoration. I personally accompanied him in the operating room, so to show respect, I turned off all calls on my phone." His eyes gleamed black as he looked at her earnestly: "I'm sorry for making you worried that day."
