When Chen Hai entered, Rong Yan was sitting on a stool barely a few inches high, cooling off in the summer breeze. Her porcelain-white skin was tinged with a blush of crimson under the setting sun, and even with her eyes closed, lost in thought, she looked as beautiful as a painting.
As if sensing his presence, the resting figure turned her face towards him. Her eyes sparkled with radiance, brighter than the sunset behind her. Chen Hai's heart skipped a beat and, instinctively, he averted his gaze, not daring to meet her eyes.
"I'm sorry."
In his entire life, he had never apologized to anyone, yet at this moment, he did it willingly. Without any cursing, his tone was sincere. "I heard everything from Monkey and the others. Thank you. Despite the way I treated you, you still chose to help."
Rong Yan cast him a glance, her expression indifferent. "I wasn't helping you. I was helping Ye Qi."
