Thinking of this, he felt a little guilty.
Extending his hand to hold Lin Xinlan's hand, Rong Shaoze said softly, "Xinlan, I'm sorry."
I'm sorry, I can't bring you happiness, and can only let you find it yourself.
I'm sorry that it's my fault you're unhappy, making you have to entertain yourself...
"You're saying sorry again, what do you have to be sorry about?" Lin Xinlan asked with a smile.
The man pursed his lips slightly without answering.
Even if he didn't say it, she knew what he was thinking.
"You don't love me now, it's not your fault, you're just ill. Once you recover, you'll fall in love with me. I am confident in myself, the person you'll eventually love will still be me."
Seeing her in a good mood, Rong Shaoze jokingly asked, "What if not?"
Lin Xinlan suddenly leaned over, and a kiss landed on his lips without warning.
The man's heart trembled, his hand slipped, and the car swerved slightly on the road.
